Gift Card

My sister had been struggling for years, and I didn’t know how to help without making her feel judged. When I discovered Alaska Hoarding Cleanup offered gift cards, it felt like the perfect solution. I could give her the help she desperately needed while letting her maintain her dignity. She called them when she was ready, and the team treated her with such compassion. Three months later, her home is livable again, and more importantly, she’s smiling. That gift card didn’t just clean her house—it gave her hope. I’m forever grateful I found a way to help without overstepping.

After my mom passed away, my dad’s house became completely unmanageable. He was too proud to ask for help, and too overwhelmed to know where to start. I bought him a gift card to Alaska Hoarding Cleanup for Father’s Day—not as a criticism, but as a resource when he was ready. Two weeks later, he called them. The team worked with him at his own pace, helping him sort through 40 years of memories without rushing or judging. Within a month, he had his living room and kitchen back. He told me last week he’s having neighbors over for coffee for the first time in three years. That $500 gift card gave my dad his life back.

My best friend of 30 years was living in conditions I couldn’t ignore anymore, but I was terrified of damaging our friendship by bringing it up. When I learned Alaska Hoarding Cleanup offered gift cards, I was honestly skeptical—would she think I was criticizing her? Would she even use it? I included a handwritten note saying, ‘No pressure, no judgment—just here when you’re ready.’ She cried when she opened it, and called them the same week. The team was so gentle with her. She told me later that having the service already ‘paid for’ removed the barrier of having to make that scary first call herself. Six weeks later, her apartment is safe, and our friendship is stronger than ever. I’m so glad I took the chance.

As my mom got older, her home became increasingly cluttered, and it wasn’t safe anymore. Every time I tried to help, she’d get defensive and upset. I felt stuck between honoring her independence and keeping her safe. When I found out Alaska Hoarding Cleanup offered gift cards, I gave her one for her 78th birthday along with a card that said, ‘For help whenever you need it—no strings attached.’ She kept it on her fridge for three months before she called. The team treated her with such respect—they let her make all the decisions and worked around her schedule. Now her hallways are clear, and I don’t worry every time she walks to the bathroom. Giving her that gift card was the best thing I could have done. It gave her control over getting help.

After my brother’s divorce, his depression spiraled and his house became dangerous—piles of stuff everywhere, no clear paths, fire hazards. He’d stopped letting anyone visit. I was terrified he’d hurt himself, but every offer of help was rejected. Out of desperation, I bought him a $750 gift card to Alaska Hoarding Cleanup and told him, ‘I’m not judging you. I just want you to be safe. Use this whenever you’re ready.’ It took him four months to call, but when he did, they responded immediately. The team didn’t just clean—they treated him like a human being who mattered. Today, his house is livable, he’s seeing a therapist, and he invited me over for dinner last month. I’ll never forget what Alaska Hoarding Cleanup did for my family. That gift card wasn’t just a cleaning service—it was a lifeline