When we were at my Mom's house Tuesday, something dramatic happened.
I realized my parent's wont be with me forever. In fact, the blow came from my Mom. She tells me oh-so-matter-of-factly that she doesn't expect my Dad to live another "5 years or so".
It was an odd thing to tell your emotionally fragile child so freely and without reserve. It was particularly upsetting, and I am still rolling it around in my brain and trying to figure out how I should react to the realization.
I spoke with my friend, who agreed that while I may not have been prepared to hear that bit of news, it was a fair estimate. And this coming from my most medically minded friend, Michael.
Yesterday I took off at lunch and ate with my Mom and then went to visit her sister in the facility where she is recuperating from a broken leg. She lost her husband almost a year ago now, and it was very sad to be there with her and my Mom talking about loss and making provisions for yourself and your family.
Mom wants to take the necessary steps to become a CNA and work with the elderly in a care facility. I think that is awesome and something she is well fitted for. It is a perfect job for her. Michael says she would only need to do a weekend or two training to be able to do it, so that's great.
It is just hard to think about everything changing, everyone changing. And especially the thought of not having any children to get to know their grandparents.
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