We are seemingly on a track of decline. Dad’s difficult hours are between 3pm through the night. We are experimenting with medications as he continues to have bouts of depression, hallucinations and combativeness.
Mom is having issues as well with depression. I am learning what it’s like to have no answers or easy fixes. We don’t know where we are going but there is a bend in the road. Dennis Phelps came by to visit on Monday. It was a sweet time with him. He told stories from the 70s and Dad remembered a few of his own.
The invisible man in the corner of the room is really bothering Dad and I, too, wish he would flee out of the darkness of his mind.
Lord, give us peace and mercy at the closing of every day.
Teach me to remember You in my own confusion.
The wrestling for your providence and the aching for your presence is visceral and overwhelming.