In 1996, my sixty-nine year old mother had a critical brain aneurysm. Three days later, my father had a massive stroke. Only days before, both were completely independent, living as they chose to live – an in-law apartment within ready distance to most of their family, a month in Daytona each winter, a small bit of savings, a bowling league twice a week, regular drives to Dunkin Donuts for coffee and a glazed.
As a family, we woke up one Friday morning and our whole world shifted (and continues to shift).
It’s been fifteen years. Now, at fifty-three, it seems when I chat with friends, our children are no longer the center of our conversations. Instead, we often talk about our elderly parents and the various questions and decisions we’re faced with, ranging from healthcare to finances to questions about their ability to drive.
Often our conversations are poignant and hard to imagine, but as often, we laugh so hard we spill our wine. I believe God gives us both sides (including the wine) to allow us to manage with grace.
My hope is this blog will become – a comfortable place to share information about eldercare and planning, celebrating small moments, upcoming legislation and cutting through red tape – a place to laugh often and loud, to whine a bit and feel better, a place to spill your wine.
Let me know what you think…Elizabeth