Hello my friends,
I’m popping in tonight, just to update you as it’s been so long since I was here.
It’s so involved that I am going to try and be as brief as possible.
Mum and Pop Penguin are entering their fifth week in the Aged Care Home.
We finally sold their home last week (& hoping the purchasers finance gets approved).
Her Alzheimer’s is progressing and I’m her trigger it seems.
I now am not visiting for some time to try and get her to settle.
I will visit Pop, but only see mum, if the staff tell me she’s in a good mood, or wishing to see me.
He is suffering too, getting weaker and having to listen to mum questioning why they are there. She has even asked for a divorce, they have been married 64 years. She has hit him, called him names.
This is not my mum. Her shell is there, but she’s not the same on the inside any longer, some lucid moments, she’s not withdrawn, but she’s angry, especially when I enter the room.
She was whisked off the morning we took them, not really understanding what was happening. She thought they were going on holidays, seeing bags packed.
Over the days, the questions were continuous.
You’re not selling our house, I love my home, why are you doing this. You’re conspiring against me, there’s nothing wrong with me.
I told my brother to take her back home to say goodbye, to deal with her grieving, in the hope she would be eased.
The Assistant Manager who is absolutely wonderful with them, went with them, I couldn’t. She cried for forty minutes, but thankfully, got back on the bus to return to the home.
She accepted on the day, by the next day, she was asking if it had been sold and that she wasn’t going to die (in her words) ‘this dump’.
When I phone to see how she is, they say she is doing fine on most occasions.
It breaks my heart not seeing her, but it’s necessary.
K and J were ‘evicted’ from their last dwelling earlier than anticipated, after a few incidences.
My ex husband took them in for a week, but he was getting very agitated, whilst I stressed trying to find them somewhere permanent for them to live, knowing that shared accomodation again would be fatal.
Using some of my savings from selling my house, I bought them a caravan with annexe and ensuite, which though is one and a half hours drive away, it is a 6 minute walk to the beach.
It is the only caravan park that takes residents, this was my only option, to let them have a roof over their heads. They have been there since last Sunday. They still both aren’t working.
Eldest daughter B and her husband moved into their new home two weeks ago, which is 5 mins walk from where mum and Pop are.
I’m still doing services (now 73 since commencing) and having major panic attacks about the wedding to conduct in 5 months time.
Mr. S and I are still good, he’s had to put up with many mood swings in me the last few months, most of them not good.
I have missed you all, but I still can’t read your posts or write any poetry, my mind is not in the space required.
I hope you are all keeping well and enjoying your writing.