Please excuse my temporary absence from posting (like I am ever regular). I really haven't been up to posting anything meaningful or funny. I am just trolling around the net making comments on everyone else's blogs. I'm it a bit of a funk right now and find it hard to find the right post.
I would like to say we had a good Easter Weekend, but I really hate to lie. Spending Easter Sunday in the Emergency Room tends to put a damper on the weekend. First of all, let me say we are ok. My father-in-law had a serious breathing problem and they took him into the ER early Sunday morning. Spent most of the morning in the waiting room to see how this would turn out. My FIL has really been going downhill lately. Many other people have had issues with their parents and we are no different. While my folks are still in good shape and traveling the countryside in their shiny aluminum trailer, my in-laws have been dealing with lots of issues. Bad hips, pacemaker, COPD, blindness, Alzheimer's. Thinks have not been easy. My wife and her sister have been caring for her parents pretty much full time for the past few years. It was only recently that they hired in some help for the heavy lifting and give them a break. Still, dealing with your parent's failing health can wear a person down. My wife's dad has been suffering from Alzheimer's for a while. In life, you can get a lot of diseases, but I've decided that Alzheimer's can be one of the cruelest of all. It is really sad to see someone who was very bright, very sharp slowly fade away. David is not the same man I knew years ago. Sharp, intelligent, a bit odd but with weird sense of humor. All that is gone now.
When you spend a lot of time in the waiting room on Sunday (they'd only let two people in at a time), you tend to ponder the meaning of life and stuff. We are trying to be pragmatic in our outlook but, honestly, we were expecting bad news. David has improved and they released him to hospice care today, but, in the back of my mind, I begin to think "how long?". I realize that we all have an expiration date, but I cannot help but feel bad. I want to help, but I cannot do anything for my wife or her sister aside of be there for them.
I realize that everyone out there have been or are dealing with the same issues. Our parents grow old, get ill, pass away. The pragmatist in me says: "That's life". The cynic in me asks: What the hell can we do? The optimist tells me to Enjoy what we have.