I find a lump in my throat right now as I watch my elderly, dementia laden neighbor leaving his house. His son is in the unfortunate position of making a good choice for his dad. I've been in those shoes before...it's not an enviable position. Last Sunday several areas in our community lost power due to Ike's force. I was not one of those unfortunate few, but across the street they did lose power. It may be Saturday before it's back up. My neighbor has had a generator his son set up to keep the basics in his house working. He also has round-the-clock help. There comes a point though where what one is doing is just not enough,
the right thing and swallowing your pride join up. I think I just witnessed that across the street.
My own FIL went to bid farewell to his friend. My FIL and MIL are a few of the people who this dementia brained friend still recall. I remained a chicken, peeking from my window, fighting back tears for this scene I was watching. My friend just left with his dad for a nearby retirement village.
I was planning on making cookies and walking some across the street to my neighbor. Now I'll have a little farther to go.
Life. Death. The transition in between. Balance can be hard to find emotionally.
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