Grieving the person my cousin could have been, through the lens of a Brownie camera and a Kodak slide projector.

A few months ago, I wrote this post: https://www.reddit.com/r/hoarding/s/8NYMiOgL54

Suffice it to say it’s about my loved one’s struggle with hoarding disorder and about the clean out and all of the emotions that came with it after her death.

My mother decided to keep some of the 8mm and slide photographs of my cousin and her parents and because I have an 8mm projector and a slide projector plus screen, we sat down and watched it.

And it was painful. Her father gone from heart issues, her mother, Alzheimer’s, and finally her, dementia.

I hate that all I have of her memory is clean outs and anger and nursing homes and dementia and doctors and anger and storage units and family conflict and and and.

I’m so sad. She deserved better than this. So do you. So do you.