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I spent a considerable amount of time, money and effort to do "the right thing" and get my father in a different place where he would hopefully have a better time of it in his remaining years. This not to laud my own efforts, they've been absolute minimal- my mother has done the totality of the heavy lifting. And I mention it only because in the end, I succeeded in getting him placed in a setting where he this week broke his hip and now lies in a hospital post op in stable condition with a screw holding him together.
And all he wanted to do was die in a dignified manner a few years back, when he still had his mind.
2 comments:
Life is a fatal illness. Some days we feel pretty good and others, well not so good. But in the end it's all the same - death. Don't beat yourself up over your fathers misfortune, it's totally out of your control. It kills us to see those we love suffer. The very same people we looked to in our youth to make it "all better" are now out of our reach to offer the same solace. This part of life is hard to come to grips with. Fall back on those that are close to you, they will understand and give you comfort.
"The very same people we looked to in our youth to make it "all better" are now out of our reach to offer the same solace."
The totality of your statement is right, of course. It's that one sentence that continues to nag at me though. It's the very least I could now do for so many years of his own self sacrifice, and... nothing. Does not leave a good taste in one's mouth.
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