The stroke that robbed us of her vitality and personality years ago has now robbed us of her home. It was finally decided that it was getting too expensive to have her stay in her own home so she was moved into a nursing home in May. In some ways it's good for her as she is no longer isolated but has friends there and there are many activities that the people there can try and get her involved in. I know that on a rational level but emotionally, it's been very hard. Instead of losing her suddenly, we are losing her a piece at a time. With the ephasia, it's hard to know what is going on in her head as she no longer has the words to tell us. For a woman who was a professor of law at UCLA and later Dean of the law department there, it's a travesty and it's so hard to see her like that.
I think all that made going through the house that much harder. She and her husband designed that house and it's still gorgeous. I've always loved it and to now see everything packed up, no artwork on the walls, words just can't describe how barren and bleak it was. We did get some things to remember her by and other things that were just useful. We will be redoing our living room soon anyway so some of the artwork that once adorned her walls will now grace ours including pieces by my Uncle Rich (her son) and my Great-Uncle Albert (her brother). I like to hope that knowing that those things came here rather than being sold in a garage sale will make her happy.
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