On Sunday, we actually started work on cleaning her house. My Dad actually showed up with his van, and everyone worked hard. I was actually relieved to be working. It was nagging at me for over a week. Even when I tried to relax on Saturday, I could only think about Grandma and the work that needed to be done. And don't get me wrong, there's still so very much to do. My Dad's van was filled with boxes of recycling, and you still couldn't see much of a difference in the house. :/ But hey, it has to get worse before it gets better... right?
Mom and Joe left the house earliest, but my Dad, Jan, Paul, and I stayed longer to work. We even had a nice long visit after we'd tired ourselves out. (Or they had... I probably could have worked more, but oh, well. Better not to exhaust myself, anyways.) It was surprisingly nice.
I'm anxious to get back to cleaning, but everyone is busy with other things. That's okay, though. It's a tough job that needs both physical and emotional energy. Best not to push it.