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I don't like the term "caregiver" when it comes to me and my dad. So I prefer to just say were hanging out. We've been hanging out for 4.5 years now. He has ALS and for the last 2-3 years he's been fully paralyzed and requires 24/7 "hangouts." I spend days with him while my moms at work and she spends nights. It's never a guarantee when my mom will be home as she is a manager of a bank so some nights she doesn't get home till late. His breathing isn't great or even really good so we always make sure 1 of us is with him, it's too scary to leave someone else who doesn't know the breathing/eating routines he has. All of this kinda makes it so I am not really capable of being in a relationship. Most plans I make get cancelled because I am needed here when my mom may work late or simply because I'm exhausted at the end of the day. I don't have a whole lot to offer anyone because he is my number 1 priority and will be for the rest of his life. And when I think of dating later I can't help but think I will be so broken when he's gone that I will be so much more than a hot mess. Similar to dead inside maybe? My thoughts right now are.. If I'm lonely right now... What is it going to be like when he's gone. That scares me.
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Late stage Alzheimer's has taken her memory.
Now, it is taking her smile, her legs, her light is dimming. Her life is day to day. My wife watches as her mother sleeps, expecting to see her chest rise and fall for the last time, her breathing stop, as she slips away in her sleep. The last year has been a quiet decline for both her parents, after caring for them at home for 10 years. Her Dad is hanging on, loving his wife of 62 years, as they toddle to bed together every night. It is life ebbing away, and taking it's toll on my love. Finally, two of her six siblings are offering her support. all out of state, Saying they will help. They will help find a place for them. Will they step up to the plate, after 10 years, as their parents must move on and all want them to be together. Can we fly them from California to Michigan, both on oxygen, and relocate these febrile folks where the big family says they will care for them, visit them, and know it won't be for long. The hourglass is running out. |
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I'd think that 3 months after my father died and a month after moving my mother things would be getting easier. A couple of days ago I got a packet from the attorneys, I have four tax returns to do.
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I just got an email from one of the people I have working at my folks house. The estate sale begins tomorrow morning. I don't have any attachment to the house, I'd only seen it twice before my father's stroke. They only had it 8 years.
But, the stuff inside, I really didn't go through it much, what would I keep? Furniture? Full up. Art? Most of it paintings done by my grandmother who died when I was 4, her life in Hawaii, I only remember (vaguely) one visit even though I gather she travelled with us quite a bit. Knick knacks from the global travels I wasn't a part of, cool stuff, but not my memories. Most of the things from my childhood were the regular things, the good china and silver from holidays, they were posh at the time but nowadays so many people in their 80's are dying and there isn't much value to them on the market and nobody entertains like that anymore. Certainly not me, and my folks hadn't used those things for 30 years or more. It's just a little weird to know all those things won't be somewhere in a cupboard anymore. If it's this strange having only the early part of my life erased in a distant sale, how weird is it going to be for my mom? It's 60 years of her life and maybe all of her memories. She's having a hard time remembering much without the visual queues around her. She has some things, it was hard to convince her to take anything, in the midst of her grief. She got so mixed up when it was time to pack, I gave her two weeks, she kept sorting things for the sale (something I'd told her not to since others would) and not thinking about the things she would want for herself. In the end I had to figure out what one little old lady in a one bedroom apartment would need and pack it in two days. I feel badly that I couldn't let her have longer to cull through her life and pick through the small things. But she wouldn't, and now it's really too late. I'm driving the 400 miles back over on the 9th for a week of meetings with guys in suits, signing off the papers to list the house for sale, and taking my mother up on Mount Rainier (where her parents met) for a day trip and spreading my fathers ashes. Illegally. There is no family, my mother doesn't know anyone anywhere. I feel like some kind of monster for doing this to her. ![]() |
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