I know it has been a little while since I posted anything and I apologize for disappointed readers… both of you!
In early September, my father had an accident which resulted in several weeks of him hanging out at the hospital doing physiotherapy and the last few months in a wheel chair. More importantly, because he was the primary caregiver to my mother who was in the late stages of Alzheimer’s Disease, his accident required that she be admitted to a nursing home for care. For me, it meant extra duties caring for my father as well as transporting him to visit my mother when I wasn’t at work.
A couple of weeks ago, my mother passed away with my father by her side. After a prolonged battle with this disease for many years, and struggling to breathe through increasing congestion during her final week, she left us and her body is finally at rest. I won’t eulogize her here, except to say there are few women of this generation that could live up to her example. I think part of this had to do with growing up during the depression, and the other part is a mystery.
