We all do what we have to do. I'm not calling any shots only describing my feelings. As long as my Dad breathes, I will be good and kind to him of course but I wish he would pass peacefully for his sake not mine. I will be filled with grief and he would be at peace. Because he is not home and in the facility, he thinks he is in hell.
I can't even imagine how the Mom feels, it terrifies me. I have a feeling if I had been in her shoes I would have shot myself too just to escape the coming grief.
I named the spirit in my house Joe. He died in this house and seems to want to hang around. Luckily he is not benevolent. I know he was an alcoholic when he was alive so as Jerry suggested to me, I sometimes leave a shot glass with whiskey out for him.
I think the dogs sense him more than me, I just hear weird things but they seem to watch movements that I don't see.
When I had the double knee surgery way back I remember the throne being one of my greatest challenges too. I hope your therapy goes very well. What an adventure for you with that positive attitude, happy to know it is so positive.
Wow maybe if the hospital had caught what ever was going on, you wouldn't have lost the leg, however you are alive and on a new adventure. I hope you have family and friends to help you off to a good start.
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RE: The long descent
What a great memory and told very well, thank you.