Caution: Rated PG
Days are difficult in different ways. Unique as the snowflakes.
Saturday morning, Mom and Dad were recovering from a rough night of sundowners with Dad. But Dad seemed clear.
Today (Sunday) Dad seemed almost in a conscious coma. Sitting in his wheel chair, food in front of him. He seemed depressed. I learned that he was up so much last night that they finally wheeled him into the dayroom where he stayed until it came time for the chapel service. He sang for them but it was draining. I fed him and then we went to the bathroom. Confident that he could do it himself, I helped him loosen his pants but despite looking like he made in time, he didn’t. So we had a couple of other challenges. A wet bathroom floor, a wet pair of jeans and the realization that life will never return to normal.
We ask for assistance because Mom has to use the bathroom, but nothing is in a hurry around there.
Melinda and Wes joined us. Melinda is such a comfort to Dad. (Pictured above)
Charles Hutsler, former pastor at Alpine came by, and was a blessing to us.
We left hesitantly, but this is life. Doing things we never imagined when we started this journey.
It is a confluence of grief, inadequacy, fatigue, tenderness, uncertainty, fear and reverence for life. These are the tributaries of a local river. Even as we reluctantly walk away.