by Wendy, Retirement Enthusiast/Coach
Written in July 2021:
My father (technically step-dad) is dying. He collapsed a week ago Friday night and we've spent the week in the hospital. I am so grateful that we were accepted into the hospital hospice program, so he doesn't have to be moved. He is comfortable with family at his side daily. Mom holds his hand for 12 hours each day, side by side, at age 95... she is exhausted.
It's odd how, logically, intellectually, at 93, he is fragile -- it's been more and more difficult to help him at home. Then something happens, and you are in shock! I am in overwhelm mode. I admit it. Everything moves so slowly in the hospital and yet, quickly with so many decisions daily on his care, updates, too much to comprehend.
It's odd how you know, logically, intellectually, that at 93, he is fragile -- it's been more and more difficult to help him at home. Then something happens, and you are in shock! I am in overwhelm mode. I admit it.
My sister has taken on most of the legwork, paperwork, consultations. Full of Gratitude for her! We are both very different but we sync together beautifully to get the job done!
Can't believe I've stayed overnight with him at the hospital in the midst of COVID! It's true -- you do what you have to do, and I did.
July 19, 2021 -- Chuck died.
Oddly enough, I can't seem to write my thoughts. What I have written remains unpublished. I have no closure on this.
December 2021 (six months post-death):
When I look back, I can't believe what has happened. Another huge life experience in death paperwork, hospitals, rehab, assisted living, and so much more.
Comments for 2021 -- Sure glad it's almost over! 2022--BringIt!
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