Today, the sisters said good-bye. Not very sweetly, not very well, not the way they had imagined, but they said good-bye. Life isn't always what we want. It is what it is.
Postscript: Aunt Helen called Saturday morning to talk with Mom. Helen thoroughly enjoyed her time here in Texas and is ready for another visit! Mom talked sweetly and happily with her sister for some time on the phone.
So sorry for mom. Dementia is an evil curse in Satan's arsenal of weapons. I hope that mom will be able to have some good conversations in the future with her sister after Aunt Helen settles back into her home and forgets the last week... Or just remember her sister in her fullness of mind and body.
My friend said recently that one of the good things about getting older is you forget who you are supposed to be mad at! Thankful that Mom and Aunt Helen are experiencing that!
I just thought I would let you know, my parents do not know I am blogging about them. I'd like to keep it that way, please. This is just a way to keep folks updated and my free therapy as we pack my parents' suitcases for a place none of us has been.
(I guess my dad knows about my blog now. I'm pretty sure he is okay with it.)
Do not go gentle into that good night by Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
"Denial is when we think we can set aside old issues and build a new relationship with our parents. We tell ourselves that things will be different this time, that our parents have changed. What we're denying is our own feelings, perhaps anger or abandonment or betrayal. We're also denying the very real possibility that nothing has changed, that our parents will be just as they always were." Eleanor Cade
Mom's Health Odyssey
June 30, 2012 -- Entrance into Heaven
May 2010 -- Colon Cancer
Date?? -- TIAs detected
Winter 2010 -- Intestinal Blockage
Fall 2008 -- Atrial Fib, Blood Pressure
2002 -- Broken Femur
Spring 1990 -- Colo-Rectal Cancer
What 62 Years Looks Like
Dad's Health Odyssey
August 16, 2010 -- Entrance into Heaven
May 2010 -- Sepsis/Hospital
October 2009 -- Hospital for Low Blood Pressure
Summer 2009 -- Blood Bacteria, etc./Month in hospital
So sorry for mom. Dementia is an evil curse in Satan's arsenal of weapons. I hope that mom will be able to have some good conversations in the future with her sister after Aunt Helen settles back into her home and forgets the last week... Or just remember her sister in her fullness of mind and body.
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