An August 15 years ago

Saturday marks 15 years since my Dad passed away at home. My Aunt and Mom took care of him while I was at work: I had him from 4PM until 6:30am.

I knew I was losing my Dad 8 months earlier. My Dad, who loved to drive, stopped-end of story.
I knew something was wrong.

My Dad was diagnosed with Non-alcoholic stenotic hepatitis.The disease took him away after 8 months.In a way, it was the best and worst time of my life.I was always tight with my Dad,and when someone hands you a full urinal at 2am, well, we would talk until we fell back asleep.
It was a terrible time because my Dad didn’t want to go to the hospital to get drained, which had accompanied the disease.We couldn’t even get him downstairs, he was so blown up. We managed to get him down, and I promised him that if he went that one time, he’d never have to go again.

We kept him home in hospice care from the V.A., and I was glad that we did.I know it gave him some peace that he was home. Roughly 18 months ago, my Mom left from the same house,but her disease was Dementia. I was glad my brother Bob and I kept her in her home.I know she, too, had some peace.

There is not a day, especially of late, that I don’t miss them both. I am grateful they brought me up with a faith that is firm and believes that I will see them again one day.They are both wagging their fingers down at me and my life from heaven….I know I will see them again some day and they’ll still be doing the same thing…lol.

I miss you guys-sleep well.

Mom's last pic
Mom’s last pic

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thereisnosanityclause

Sixty year old married female, care-giving, coffee-drinking.dog loving former government employee who is writing to try to keep her sanity.

One thought on “An August 15 years ago”

  1. Beautiful. Caring for one’s ill parents: an immense God-given gift of emotional and physical strength. I’m reminded about my own Pops, who was too embarrassed to let me hold him up or to hold the whatchamacall-container male patients urinate into. He just peed on the bed because he was embarrassed. But now he’s better and walks around a lot. God bless you for making it through both of your parents’ passing and for helping them (along with your brother) to be as comfy as possible, while they were still here and in their home.

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