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No, I am not mad Joyce, and I suppose, if I didn't know it was wrong, I wouldn't have 'outed' myself on this board. I knew no one would think it was a GOOD idea. I think what is the most upsetting, is the way this world works. The person with the most money, and the best attorney...wins...It doesn't matter who, was right, who was wrong, there is no justice. At least, I haven't seen or heard of any, in a very, very long time. I can not afford an Elder Care Attorney, and that is why my Mother has had to lve in squaler, lost her home, lost her car, and even if I could, THEY have more money, and could just wear me down, and out, then I would be homeless too?
I still hope & pray that some day, I can bring Mom home, to be with me, even if it is a pipe dream. No home, no dream.
TWO BOXES. Last night, I was thinking, that a man that had lived for 84 years, lost his Brother, and his Mother, his Dad left him them all when he was "4" and he lost friends, in WWII. He raised a family, and put two girls through college. Who knows how much he hated his job, but he felt we needed these things, so hung in. I had a horse, we had a boat, we had a good life. Now, his entire life, is in, what I can only imagine, two dirty old boxes.
I know that they are JUST things, but I also know, that all of you, that have been through this process, now how important your parents 'things' were, because they are packed with memories, and it is the only thing, you have left of them. Maybe I am lucky, because I have less things to go though, but I am not feeling...lucky.
My other dread, is having to go through those two boxes, in front of my Mother, and I will have to. I don't like to upset her, unnessarily, but if she finds me sobbing, over these 'things' it will upset her. (No Privacy)
The whole thing is such a nightmare, I just wish it would all go away, or I could re-wind the tape, and start ten years ago, without AD, other men, 2 new marraiges for her, one for my Dad, etc.
I just realized that after THIS trip, I will have traveled 36,000 miles, in eight years, and it is never FUN? It is to be sure my Mom is still alive. That she has clean clothes to wear, plenty of underware & socks. Be sure she is getting enough to eat, and hopefully, some what, healthy food. But truthfully, after all of this wear & tear on my body, and my heart, I don't think I have been able to help her, one damn bit.
I'm sorry to grab some forum time, for myself Joyce, but I am still grieving too. It has not even been three months.
Thanks you guys, I know you know what is right & just, but I also know you know how fierce we can get, when someone tries, or is successful, in hurting our loved ones. My Dad didn't have any way to get around. She drove him everywhere. He became completely dependent on her, for everything. He DID have dementia at the end, and I didn't know. He was desperate for a companion, so he bought one. They both knew what the agreement was. I know if my Dad had been a stronger Man, he could have stood up to her. But he wasn't. I guess I forgave him, for being a crappy father, a long time ago. I know he did the best that he could. And I had to, for my own sake.
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