Get on with your life...

People having been telling Mom she's got to get on with her life. She says this with a sigh. How am I supposed to get on with my life? What am I supposed to do? If I don't come to visit your father, who else will?

I don't have any answers. If only things were very straight forward and simple. This just isn't so. This are better between Mom and me. I still worry about the future, Mom's not even thinking that far in advance at this point in her life.

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Time just drags by...

Picked Mom up for breakfast. We had a nice meal. I made sure she agreed that I would pay before we went. She said she behaved very badly last time we had breakfast (fighting to pay for the bill). We stopped by Walmart for a few things before heading on wards to the hospital to see Dad.

He was in good spirits. Not talking much. He drifts in and out of sleep. He's down to 97 lbs Mom says. I stayed for an hour before heading out. I'm not a big fan of the hospital visit. Especially with Dad not really being mentally present. It's very draining to carry on a one sided conversation.

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I'm depressed...

I don't know what to say except I'm depressed. It's just lingering around me. I just want to run away and never look back. On everything.

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