As much as our thoughts have been with my mom these past few days, I’ve also spent a boatload of time thinking about my dad.
As best he could, he was my mom’s primary caregiver the past few years. That’s a significant challenge for a man who neither sees nor hears well. My mom’s needs were quickly growing past his abilities.
He knew it. We all knew it.
These things happen gradually. No one can tell you exactly when it’s gone too far. Early last week he hired an aide. More personal assistance.
My mom’s physical well being had become the family’s focus. There were difficult choices and decisions made and the prospect of more to come.
It’s not that there was anything wrong with my mom’s health as much as there was nothing right with it.
My hope is my father will now become more active. He’s turning 89 later this week.
We have invited him to visit here in SoCal. It just wasn’t possible with my mom. Stairs. I so wish she could have come.
Our attention now is on the small army assembling in Florida. Stef, Helaine and me, my sister, brother-in-law, and grown kids, my Uncle Murray and Cousins Judy, Gary, Barry and Gail.
A few people from my parents old condo called to offer help in setting up lunch at the clubhouse. I spoke to David who runs the cafe. He’s done this before–many times.
For us, a very brief five thousandish mile trip. We leave midday Tuesday. We are home late Wednesday.