It me, your Krab.
It’s been a very long time since I’ve been around, and not on purpose. Life, and shit, happens.
My daddy is dying. In and out of hospital & nursing rehab care for over 6 months now. Back & forth. He’s not going to leave us tomorrow or next week, but months add up to weeks & my heart says sometime between October & Christmas.
He stopped eating a week ago. He takes a couple of bites when we’re with him & a few sips of whatever liquid we offer. He’s not eaten well for the whole 6 months, but this is off a cliff different. Cascading series of physical problems since the day he went to hospital. Dementia, which is the hardest thing for us, but especially hard for my daddy, the most voracious reader I’ve ever known.
As some of you may remember, I have 2 sisters. We’ve worked hard on our love and friendship with/for each other for over 30 years. We’re very close. It’s paying off as we care for our Father. I cant imagine my life without my sisters.
We are holding up our Mommy, too. She was anorexic in the ‘70s before that was a diagnosis. She’s slipped back & is now 100 lbs. We’re frightened. I’ve been cooking for her/trying to feed her for months.
We are also navigating Medicaid, Nursing care, long term nursing home, Hospice care (at home), our Mother’s well being, money.
I’m sorry I unloaded on you all tonight. Truly, but it was cathartic for me.
LIVE YOUR FUCKIN’ LIFE! Now. Today. Every day.
Each day you wake up & your feet hit the floor is a fucking gift.
I got married a hundred years ago...it didn’t work out! I picked this Patsy tune to dance with my Daddy at that wedding...
I was always a little shit. Daddy’s girl.