Once again I’ve been startled to see how long it’s been since I last posted. Life has gotten in the way of regular writing, especially since I had already been slacking.
Specifically:
DF’s mom died in hospice recently, which was painful but a blessing in its own way: She’d taken a fall, after which she never got out of bed again. He was there almost every day, even though she was often unconscious during his visits. DF sat by her bedside, reading aloud or sometimes softly singing. Sometimes she knew he was there and would respond to his presence. When she was awake, he’d brush her hair or try to get her to sip some Ensure or at least some water.
This was the end of an 18-month journey, starting with needing to convince her to move to assisted living because she was no longer safe on her own. (She’d been scammed by phone and in person.) To do that, he had to tour existing facilities, furnish the apartment and get her settled, and prepare her house to be sold (which meant dealing with decades’ worth of art and supplies and furniture and such).
He made endless phone calls to untangle the labyrinth called “paying for assisted living”: His mom had an excellent long-term care policy (bless those state job benefits!), but getting it activated took reams of paperwork. The stress was nonstop, but he never complained.
There wasn’t much I could do, except be here for him. I’ve focused on being as present as possible, and to pick up the slack at home.
When I was home, that is.
