Thanksgiving was 2 days ago. As usual, we went to mom and dad’s for turkey.
We don’t really have a pushy family, we are all pretty laid back. I am sure if we weren’t something would of probably been done by now about helping mom figure out how to deal with grama or get her some help some how. None of us kids live all that close. i am the closest at 100 miles away.
Grama is 92 and is starting to look to be 100. She is all skinny and shriveled up. She doesn’t bother with her wig anymore. Her mind is slipping. She kept wondering who was going to take her back to her apartment and wanting to get a new rug for her apartment door because it is too slippery. She doesn’t walk anymore. Mom wheels her around. Because we were there she wanted to sit in the family room but the couch is too low and it is an ordeal getting her in and out of it. She keeps forgetting that she can’t get around too good.
Normally she sits in the old living room where my dad lives. He sits in his elevated easy chair watching his little TV being driven crazy by his old mother-in-law. He can’t get around too good either. He shuffles along with his walker. On occasion, my mom has to call 911 to pick either one of them up from the ground. My dad is in purgatory. It is sad for all.
My mom is the one who has to keep the peace and keep them all upright. She has always been anxiety ridden but I like to think she is coping the best as possible. Probably wishful thinking on my part.
I tried to bring it up this weekend but nothing came of it. If we were a more a pushy people, we could come up with something to help their sad situation.
Maybe I should at least make more an effort to go down there to help out on weekends. I first need to get over my fierce protection of free time. I am so damn selfish. I guess that goes on top of my New Resolution list to fix that.
The turkey dinner was typical, traditional. It was just the 6 of us, RAW, Hollace and me; mom, dad and grama.
After dinner dad went back to his chair for some football games, we put on a marathon of Roseann on our TV. Then RAW put on some Pumpkin Chunkers after dad yelled from the other room that it was on.
RAW for some reason thought he would sleep in the elevated and unstable easy chair in the family room for the night. I don’t know what was wrong with the bed upstairs. Anyway I was afraid it would tip over and he would land on his head.The real problem was every time he would get out of it, it would lurch forward ejecting him to the floor the other way. He was being passive aggressive trying to sleep in that chair with the noise of the TV and ejections, like he had no choice. Whatever dude, don’t add to the issues. He crabbily went up stairs to sleep eventually.
Friday he left early to go to Fort Wayne. Hollace, mom and me were scheduled to have lunch with Sherry. After lunch we stopped home to check on grama before we went to visit Aunt Bobbie. She was sleeping so we slipped out.
It has been awhile since I visited Aunt Bobbie. She seems the same even though she was 80+. Her biggest medical issue seemed to be the carpel tunnel surgeries she had earlier in the year. Her real issues and stress has been her son Tom who is medically a mess as well as worthless.
We rushed back home because grama is going to wonder where mom is and start wandering around. Sure enough we walked in as she was rounding the corner in the kitchen looking for us.
Around 7pm, Hollace and I headed back home to enjoy our typical hermit-like weekend.