Life

So, Ken's mom passed away in early May. We always thought his dad would be next (my dad was LAST may), and the moms, well, we thought they would probably outlive us.

But alas, she got pneumonia and was in the hospital, they made all the right decisions (ventilator, but only because she might get better), then when it was either time for permanent ventilator (with very little quality of life) they took her off, and she passed away a couple days later. It was tough on Ken, but ultimately brought us stronger. I mean, its a "who the hell cares if he puts his coffee cup in the dishwasher, we are dealing with death here" kind of feeling. We both have relied on each other in these times.

So, now, the tough part; dealing with his Dad, who, while in a retirement community, doesn't have assisted living care or anything like that, is still dealing with Parkinson's related mobility issues (think: walker), and has never prepared a meal for himself in 55 years of marriage. It has been a struggle, and except for last weekend at Rehomo, which really recharged our batteries, we have been taking care of Dad on the weekends. I am not complaining, having Dad's sister and Ken's sister to take care of him weekdays has allowed us to, well, work.

But what's the alternative? A nursing home? Hells no. So, in the meantime, I will work out not as much as I'd like, run hardly at all, but do what needs to be done. We owe this at the least to those who took care of us all those years.

Thankfully, the other side of things, my mom, is still strong as an ox, even while dealing with Lupus and blood clots and whatever the hell next. I'm hoping to get her genes.