I finally had to admit to myself that my only (and favorite) surviving Uncle is a hoarder. He is not as bad as those you may have seen on T.V., but bad enough.
He has been asking me to come help him for a while. Several years back when his wife passed, I helped him clear out her things and log all of her jewelry items for future sale. It took me a month of constant working.
My Uncle wants help, but he wants it on his own terms. When I tell him I have certain days free to help him, he says he has plans and I will have to help him at his convenience. I try to do what I can.
I told him I would help him on Saturday. I asked him to call me when he finished breakfast with his group of friends at a local restaurant. He called later and wanted to know why I wasn't already at his house.
He then said he was going to the bank and would be back in thirty minutes. If I had already been there, he would have left me at his house to work by myself while he was gone to the bank. (yes, he has done this before). I did express to him that if he had done that to me again, I would have left.
I tried to explain to him, that everything in his house, need to have a home. Everything needs a place where it should be. ("Organized Life and Time Management team" a great help by the way.)
Every time I moved something, he would put it right back and then add more to it. When I tried to throw away a coffee stirrer from a restaurant, he insisted that he might use it later. I told him he had spoons for that. The stirrer is still there.
I did manage to get about 1/3 of his counter cleaned off, so that he could sit and eat there if he wanted. I know he doesn't cook anymore, because his stove is full of "stuff."
My favorite Uncle is 89 years old and will be 90 in October. He is an Ex-Army weapons expert. It is sad to see him so disorganized. I know that with his military background, he had to be organized at a moments notice when he was an officer. He still has that stubborn military way about him.
Even though I have my own mess here at my house and I am in constant pain, I still wanted to go help my Uncle. I thought to myself, 'he won't be here forever.' I will go there again, and I will do what I can to make a "dent" in the "stuff." And, I will enjoy the time spent with my Uncle.