Taking Care of Pop
August 16th, 2008My Dad, like many of us when we mention the subject, always said he’d prefer to just drop over with a sudden heart attack instead of withering away, mentally and physically.
So, this morning I actually choked up as the old man said goodbye to my brother, his youngest son, for probably the last time. He teared up too, and the only thing that kept the scene from being maudlin as my brother and sister departed Ohio on their way back to Texas, was that he was a lucid as he’s ever been since his incident. I was proud of him for maintaining his focus, yet it was the most heartbreaking moment I’d seen in the six weeks since he suffered a minor stroke and I’ve been staying with and caring for him
I’m sure sis and bro feel the same way. They most likely will never see him standing and waving goodbye again. We all knew the day was coming, just as we all know our day is coming, sooner or later. But it really hits home when those close to you are involved.
“I so wish I lived closer!” Sis said to me in the last minutes. Maybe so… but it was a source of pride to my parents that their youngest kids had the independence to move out and on, and twenty years ago it was a good excuse to hit the road for nine days. But now we pay for that.
I, on the other hand, live two blocks away, but might have gone six weeks without visiting. Increasing to a couple then maybe 4 times a week after mom died. Until the stroke. Now I’m his ‘visiting nurse’ for most of the day and for the first month, nearly 24/7. Despite the frustrations with his often confused state of mind, caring for him really isnt much of a chore. It’s one of those things that seems daunting until you’re actually involved in doing it. Somehow, now, it seems almost like a privilege.
The next moment is the one I really dread though… the day, coming soon, we check him into the nursing home. Because we know he’ll walk in but never walk out.