Part of why I write this blog is to get thoughts out of my head. Once I've written them down, I don't mull over them or let them disturb my sleep. This blog is a way for me to process thoughts and get on with life.
I need to write about the hate mail. My husband tells me to just "forget about it" and I will, once I write it down.
As you know, I am participating in the WALK TO END ALZHEIMER'S. I have been fundraising through emails, facebook, and by handing out pledge sheets to people I see. But then I remembered other people we know: Mom's friends and neighbors, her "dear old friends", the women of her monthly luncheon group, friends from her church, and our extended family. These are people I can only communicate with the old fashion way, with a letter.
I don't expect a donation from everybody. I know some of these people have severely limited incomes. But maybe my letter will encourage them to call, write, or visit Mom. To remember her.
I have also shared with you how I had to clean out and sell her house. (Such a short sentence for such a huge project!) These physical assets have become liquid assets now. Money for the monthly bill at the assisted living residence, money for her medications, insurance, clothes, cat food, toothpaste... she still has lots of financial expenses and responsibilities, it's my task to do that for her. It's still her money. I'm just her poa.
Someone mailed back the WALK pledge form with a handwritten note at the bottom, no return address, no name. After reading it, my husband and I both knew who it was from. He said I received a FU letter. It made my stomach turn.
"Please use our share from the proceeds from the sale of (her) house and antiques as our contribution. This should put you over ($ fundraising goal)."
My Mother's not dead!