Visiting is hard...

Daughter and I went to visit Dad yesterday. Mom wasn't able to make it as she had a funeral to go to. I guess when you start going to funerals frequently you know you're in that age bracket. Dad was sleeping when we arrived, I said good morning and he opened his eyes. He was in bed. I'm not sure if they get him out of bed or not. It's very difficult visiting since it was our decision to put him there. He doesn't speak much. He hardly says a few words. Not that he can't, but he doesn't want to. It's very sad. Daughter and I sat and spoke to him, telling him of vacation and no more braces. We left after an hour or so. I left depressed. That's my father in there. What's left of my father.

Grandmother passing away...

After 90+ years on this planet, my Grandmother passed away peacefully last week. She ate dinner, went to sit down in her favourite chair, fell asleep and passed away. That's how it should be done. I wish this for me.

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Movement...

It has been a while hasn't it.
Some major movement here. Dad was moved to a long term care facility last week. I've visited this one last year when we were looking for a place for him. It an older building, but clean and spacious. There are 4 people to a ward room. He has a place by the window. It's actually quite nice compared to some of the other facilities I've seen. Mom of course disagrees and finds it horrible. I'm not sure what Dad thinks. He seems okay. But I'm sure he'd rather be at home. The decision to have Dad go to a LTC facility is the best choice for Dad and Mom. She was no longer able to look after him. We're finding out that there are other people in similar situations. No one is looking down on the spouse for not being able to provide 24/7 care. Mom hasn't let her guilt go, she may not be able to.

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