"You Can't Take It With You"

My uncle use to say, you never see  hearse pulling a trailer.  You just can't take it with you.

Needless to say; I have said that phrase a number of times this week.  I thought when my mom threw out her Statistics notes from 1982 she had really accomplished something; but then she came across her tax statement from 1963.  That's right, she has hung onto it for for 53 years. It has traveled with her through every move she has had, and there has been a lot of them.

We are close to the end. Well the end of what is in storage. I am dreading learning what she has backed away in this apt. over the last 5 years. I am burnt out, numb and ready to call it quits; but she keeps moving forward.

That is also a phrase that keeps slipping out of my mouth because my husband and I use it as a motivator when the muck gets so deep not only do you loose your boots, but your socks too.

I am not sure how I am going to make it through this week. It's only Tuesday and mom keeps asking if it's Saturday. I guess she is ready to get rid of me. I just have to remember, as hard as all of this is on me, it must be much harder on her.

Lord help me, I may loose my cool before this week is over. I just have to remember why I am here.