I am worn to the bone. No one tells you how to deal with your parents' old age issues ahead of time, nor, it seems, at the time. My friends have been dealing with these things during various seasons. It was devastating for them, and I can see why. I pray that I will go quickly and not linger problematically for my children to have to wrestle with. How sobering to hear the medical profession tell you they have no solutions for what your parent is experiencing.
I am concerned with many things as I head out for my return trip. My sister and I hash through all sorts of scenarios as she drives me back to the airport. There are a number of things that we are going to try that we hope may help Mom turn a corner and begin to put the pieces of her life back together. Most of all, getting all 8 children involved in the burden of care is a small step in alleviating the weight my sister has been under.
Despite all the weather warnings and threats of more snow, my flight is on time. I arrive in Chicago in plenty of time, but am delayed there due to lateness of incoming craft. No matter. The extra time gives me a chance to pour my heart out to God on behalf of my mother, a woman who has loved the Lord almost her entire life. I am sure that Dad is also advocating for her from his eternal vantage point.
I can only pray that the solutions will be forthcoming quickly. I want to see her happy again. God knows, she deserves it.
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