Sunday, January 07, 2007

Dad on the floor [continued]...

So there was Dad on the floor. There was Brother cussing and berating Mom. He wouldn't get Dad off the floor until he finished his lecture. Mom had to wait for his tirade to end. After Brother left his wife phoned to see if everything was okay. Mom told Brother's wife of the verbal assault she had undergone. Brother's wife responded by saying he does that to her all the time, don't pay any attention to him. Ummm, sweetie, your husband is verbally abusing you. It's not okay. Do you realize what he (and you) are teaching your kids. You have a daughter and a son, do you really want your daughter to be treated that way? Mom told her that she doesn't want him at her funeral. Brother's wife said, but he'd you son. Mom said that he's no son. A son wouldn't treat his mother that way.

Mom called the following day (Friday) and was in tears and mentally broken down. I told her I'd be over in 90 minutes. When I arrived she was visibly shaken. She was upset to the point where she couldn't think anymore. I listened to her story. Brother had again accused her of causing Dad's stroke. Her brought up old events and old encounters. He defended Dad's sisters. He justified his superiority. He claimed she was not able to look after Dad anymore and that a nursing home was necessary. I asked if there was any one else who could've helped in this situation. She said no, the neighbors are elderly. Her sister was sick. I told her next time to call 911. This was a much better option than calling Brother. It'll cost $$$, but she should not have to be put through that abuse just to get Dad off the floor.

I spoke with Dad and asked him what he wanted to do. He's got on average 10 years of life left. What is it he wants to accomplish? What is it he want to be remembered for? I asked him about last night, about the yelling. He said he didn't remember. He said yes there was yelling from Brother. I asked hi m if it was okay for Brother to talk to Mom that way. He said no. I said he needs to say something. I said if you say nothing then it means it's okay for him to speak to Mom this way. I asked again.. is it acceptable for Brother to speak to Mom that way? "No". Then you've got to say something. He agreed.

I got him out of bed, had him walk a few laps around the house and do some squats. Mom went out for a few hours with her sister. I stayed a few hours after she came back and then headed home.

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