and she won't allow anyone to come in and clean up. She has covered her windows with black trash bags, and is allowing trash to pile up in her home and won't allow anyone to come in to fix hot water spicket, the stove. Numerous cats are deficating throughout the home. What do I do? I am her niece; not a daughter.
When my wife passed (I was 28) all I did was drink my problems away, hoping to fade away in my sleep. I had that "gone with the wind" look; scarecrow-ish, skinny as a rail. Black paint quickly replaced the newspaper taped to the window panes. Voice-mail messages helped me realize I was committing slow suicide while everything else bloomed all around me. Took a while to get off the pity pot, because instead of picking myself up I kept digging a deeper hole.
I couldn't imagine life without her. ... She was my world.