Stories of caring for elderly parents at the end of their lives while trying to maintain a life of your own.
“Hi, Father Warwick!” I sang, tapping his shoulder from behind. I was attending the St. Simon Parish Barbeque in September 2012, an event I hadn’t participated in for over twelve years.
Beaming from ear-to-ear with his welcoming smile, the pastor hugged me tightly. Then, his grin turned to a quizzical look as if something was out of place. “What are you doing here?” he asked.
Stunned, I wondered why he would say such a thing. After all, I’d been a member of this lovely parish for […]
“Now, Jackie,” my father began. “Remember to put the exact date in the upper right hand corner of the check. And, when you write the dollar amount on the second line, make sure it’s legible.”
Frustrated to hear this yet again, I did as I was told, biting my tongue. My mother always taught to be respectful to my elders, but sometimes he made it impossible.
“And don’t forget to put a stamp on the envelope.”
As I sucked in a deep breath, I released an exasperated […]
Selling real estate, even in the best of circumstances, is an emotional process. I’ve always had a deep respect for my clients who were letting go of a family home, though I never fully understood the complexities of that process until recently.
When my 95-year-old father moved in with me, I gained both a roommate and acquired a realtor’s prize possession, a listing. Upon his arrival, he announced that he wanted me to sell his house, which was also my childhood home. I knew it […]
As I walked into my house after a lovely vacation in the Tahoe Mountains, I was hit with the putrid smell of old age. It was a heavy, rancid odor a musty basement emits when full of decaying remnants of a life long gone by. This mixed with the wafting stench of wet, dirty diapers made me want to vomit, turn around, and run away.
Since my 95-year-old father moved in with me, my life and home have been completely turned upside down. Freedom to […]
Watching my father in his favorite recliner, eyes closed deep in thought, I wondered what was going through the mind of this ninety-five-year-old man. What problems could is he solving? What memories was he reliving? Gently touching his arm to get his attention, I had to know.
“Dad, what are you thinking about?” I asked.
Slowly opening his eyes filled with wisdom, he smiled and said, “I’m playing tennis. It’s a great match.”
Stunned, I sat back not sure what to say but then began to giggle. […]