Sunday, March 17, 2024

What a gorgeous day! I went on a hike with some old friends earlier. Even though we brought jackets just in case, a t-shirt was all that was necessary thanks to the beautiful warm weather.

For some time now, my husband and I have been keeping an eye on real estate listings in various areas around the Pacific Northwest. These could potentially be our future retirement home. We love our current house, but it's simply too large for just the two of us. We'd also prefer to live closer to a vibrant gay community and be within walking distance of shops and restaurants. Additionally, Seattle real estate has become quite pricey. By relocating elsewhere, we could pay off our mortgage entirely and still afford a wonderful home.

This past Saturday, a very nice property popped up on the market west of Puget Sound that ticked many of the boxes for both of us. My husband was quite excited about it and reached out to a real estate agent right away. As expected, the agent asked the obvious financial questions - are we truly ready to make such a move?

The property is about a 90-minute drive from where I currently work. Now, while I only commute to the office once a week these days, I find myself hesitating. Is this the right timing for such a life transition? It's an odd feeling, but I'm just not quite ready to pull that trigger yet. My husband and I have had some good conversations unpacking these thoughts. When will we both feel prepared to take that next step? Only time will tell.




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Tuesday, March 12, 2024

One month

This past week marked the one-month anniversary of mom's death. We called dad that night. It was somber, yet also optimistic that every week gets a little better.

I was cleaning up my notes this morning, and I found the list of hymns that we sang at mom's funeral. I'm recording it here for my own personal reference:

Amazing Grace Great is Thy Faithfulness The Lord is My Shepherd Abide with Me


A few days before mom‘s passing, our minister and his wife were over to visit. They sang the Lord is my shepherd together. I don’t consider myself an active Christian, but listening to them sing was one of the most beautiful moments of my life.

Monday, March 04, 2024

Oahu

My husband and I are spending a week in Hawaii. He has business to attend to, while I am working remote. Naturally, my brothers tease me a bit during our conversations. “But I am working here,” I insist.

“Why don’t you work from Dads home? It’s only -2 degrees.”

They do have a point.

Thursday, February 29, 2024

My husband has decided to retire from his job. It's been a long, tough decision. I don't think he's going to retire-retire. He's frustrated with his current manager and sees no way out. Retiring offers more benefits than quitting, so he's filed to retire in a few months but plans to use some of that time to look for another job afterward.

Friday Update... My husband's VP reached out to him and found a better role for him away from his current manager.

 

Friday, February 23, 2024

I am experimenting with AI again. I've discovered an AI tool (GPT4ALL) that allows me to run chat bots on my home computer. It feels like chatting with a stoned librarian. It seems to handle grammar and spelling well, but fact checking and math-- warning, warning, danger danger.

I think I could use it to generate ideas or to copy edit a document that I later verify with other sources. I would not rely on it for learning or finding facts.


Wednesday, February 21, 2024

Dad grew up on a farm about five miles down the road from where he currently lives. After he married, he and Mom bought a farm next to his parents' farm, as did a few of his brothers and sisters. Dad has spent his whole life surrounded by family.

Now, he's an eighty-year-old man who finds that all of his siblings have either passed away or require assisted living. Without Mom, he's alone and unsure what to do with his time.

My brothers and I have started calling him every day. I've invited him over to our place, though I'm not sure he wants to travel.

The community is also there to help. I've heard that other widowers in the neighborhood have stopped by for coffee. There's also a community club just down the street, always looking for volunteers for maintenance.

Hang in there, Dad.

Friday, February 16, 2024

Life is returning to normal. My brother has a job interview next week. So he and my sister-in-law are departing later today. I fly out early Saturday morning. 

Friday evening Dad and I had dinner at his favorite restaurant-- a lovely local Schnitzel Haus. Some of the waitresses who have worked at this restaurant for years learnt of mom's passing and offered their condolences. 

Mom has been popping up in my dreams. Not as a ghost, or warning, or to deliver a message. Just someone present, paying attention, trying to understand what's going on. I look forward to these dreams.

I look forward to home, to spending time with my husband and dog, sleeping in my bed, going back to my routine, to my exercises and hikes.

Tuesday, February 13, 2024

Third Weekend, Wake and Funeral.

The past few days have been a whirlwind of visits and planning. Saturday, my husband flew in. It was wonderful to have him around. 

Monday afternoon and evening were dedicated to Mom’s wake, which was well attended by relatives, friends, neighbors, and fellow parishioners. Ninety people signed the guest book.

The funeral took place late Tuesday morning, with many relatives present whom I haven't seen in more than a decade. The pastor delivered a moving sermon, and I had the honor of giving the eulogy.

Among the attendees were my friends GM, J, and SG. GM's husband passed away last summer, and she mentioned that last night marked the first time she hadn't slept in her home since his passing, making this trip doubly emotional for her.

Emotions have been catching me off guard as well. One moment I'm fine, and the next, a memory of Mom overwhelms me, and I get choked up.

Friday, February 09, 2024

The Planning Begins

The night of Mom's passing, while we were out for dinner, my brother asked how I was feeling. I responded that I was exhausted but felt lighter and relieved. He said he understood. Taking care of Mom was a huge burden on us all. 

For the first time in weeks, we all slept through the night and slept in the next morning.

While we have been preparing for the wake and funeral, we have been collecting photos and sifting through Mom’s possessions.

Over the past two years, as Mom’s dementia progressed, she would frequently lose her purse. After searching, we’d find it in strange places. It became clear that Mom was losing her purse because she hiding it from who knows, then forgetting about it. About a year ago, the purse just vanished, not to be found again…

Until last night. Dad found it in the back of her closet, underneath blankets.

Wednesday, February 07, 2024

Life moves on.

​Mom passed away this morning.

Yesterday Mom was struggling to breathe and much more disconnected than usual. As the evening approached, her breathing became very agitated and labored. The nurse gave her sedatives to help her to relax. My brother and sister-in-law stayed up with Mom through the night.

This morning my sister-in-law and I were discussing mom’s care and how it needed to change. Then the room got very quiet. Mom had stopped breathing. My SIL checked on her and asked me to gather the rest of the family. We gathered around and said our goodbyes. 

The rest of the morning has been a blur phone calls and discussions. 

This has been the most heartbreaking and loving thing I have ever been through. 

Monday, February 05, 2024

Second Weekend

The days go by quickly. Relatives, nurses, service workers regularly pop in and out of our house. 

Saturday, I managed to getaway for a short hike. I enjoy the peace and quiet. 

Mom's conditions continue to evolve. Every day brings new challenges of varying degrees. It's stressful on our family and the cracks are showing. 

As I joked to a friend "I need to teach collaboration and teamwork to people who learnt from the oil patch and the barn yard." Of course, some of that is on me. I have to accept my family for who they are, not presume that it's my place to coach to them to be more effective, whatever that means.

Friday, February 02, 2024

Ups and downs. Victories and losses.

Mom's strength has improved over the past week. Her lung capacity has greatly declined. She is now strong enough to standup from her chair without assistance. This activity exhausts her and she collapses.

Two days ago my brother said it may be OK for me to fly back to Seattle as our mother had adequate family and medical support for the current situation. Last night he said he changed his mind, the decline in her lung capacity has all of us concerned. 

Monday, January 29, 2024

The weather is wonderful today, sunny and crisp. It reminded me that winter can be lovely.

We continue to refine our system, our roles and plans. The medical system provides much support for end-of-life care at home, but you have to know what to ask for. Part of that is getting the family to understand and agree on the options.

Yesterday, Mom spent much of the day sleeping. In the evening, Dad and I helped her into bed before we  watched a bit more TV. Later, as I was heading to bed, I heard Mom calling out. She was attempting to get out of bed but had become entangled in the blankets. I carefully untangled her and provided comfort, although she expressed a reluctance to lie back down. Instead, she wanted to be with Dad. I gently sat her up, placing my arm around her for support.

In her slow and labored voice, she began to speak. It became evident that she was aware of her fading memory. She explained how she had no grasp of her location or how she had arrived there. She knew that was wrong. That scared her. The only certainties she held onto was that I was her son, and that that Dad was somewhere out there. Patiently, I reassured her, explaining that she was in her home, in her bedroom, and that Dad would join her shortly. This seemed to offer solace, and her breathing gradually relaxed. I continued on, telling her that family would always be near to her, even if she couldn't see us.  I asked her more about how she felt.  She struggled to articulate her thoughts and spoke a few sentences that ultimately trailed off.


Friday, January 26, 2024

First Weekend

We've settled into our routines, caring for Mom, who is now more disabled than she was at Christmas. Despite this, she seems more at peace and accepting of our assistance.

Moving Mom safely now requires two people. My middle brother and his wife have been invaluable in providing much-needed help. My sister-in-law, a healthcare worker, is well-versed in her job and has been teaching us how to lift and transport the disabled, as well as helping me manage Mom's medical care.

While here, I'm navigating life and missing my husband, but I won't rush back. I'm preparing some old snowshoes and cross-country skis for use this winter… a way to appreciate the valley for what it is.

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