Patsy & Joe’s Castle

There’s an old white house with blue trim out FM27 in Fairfield, Texas.  Even though it had aged and lost most of it’s glory many years ago, it was Patsy and Joe’s castle. A simple house in the country.

Before I left town I went by that old house one more time. I stood outside the back door for a moment and looked at the crape myrtle trees blooming on the edge of the porch.

It was warm but not hot, there was a slight breeze and after the overnight storm the air was fresh and clean. I noticed the birds were singing and the combination of all the things made me realize the peacefulness of this old place that they loved.

It was their home sweet home.

I took this small video clip with the flowers that were still blooming and the that birds that were still singing.

Just to remember. It will probably be my last visit here as well.

The Book of Mother: My Story

 Last summer looking for some guidance, advise, help and yes, probably sympathy I joined a group called Caring for Elderly Parents.  I was trying to make decisions regarding my mother’s care.  I found all of the above there and after a few weeks I realized I was only one of many who were facing these challenging decisions. 

I have found there are no “one solution fits all all” answers. Also, rules vary state-to-state but I feel I have moved past the crucial decisions and accepted I did the best I could for my mother. I did it without the help of my biological siblings but with overwhelming love and support from my step-brother and sister who have shown their love and devotion to my mother in tangible ways.   

Some of the things I learned and my thoughts are listed below in the hopes some points may help others  on their  journey. 

  1. Family. Even though you have siblings, you may be the only one willing to make decisions. I was lucky because even though mine did not participate, they were quite happy to relinquish any say in decisions I made.  I did not even waste my breath telling them how useless they were. They know it. They can live with their decisions, I can live with mine. 
  2. Guilt!  It is awful, over-powering but do not let it defeat you.  My mother had fallen and broken her hip but for the 18 months prior to that her doctor had told me because of her dementia, the time was coming that she should not live alone.   I live 2200 miles away and had been making 3-4 trips a year to try and help her stay independent.   When the time came after recovering from the fall, she was walking and discussions were started about whether she could go home. At that point she ramped up the pressure.  “I want to go home! I want to go home! I don’t care if I go home and drop dead. I’m going home”.   It was a tortuous couple of weeks.  I, myself, vacillated day to day about the right decision. Accepting the fact your parent is aging and can no longer care for themselves is hard to believe and navigating that role reversal takes an emotional toll.  Don’t let anyone tell you what “you should” be doing. If only others could see the battle going on within your heart they would keep their opinions to themselves.  That also goes to companies that are trying to sell you something. There is one commercial that says…”because we promised Dad we’d keep mom at home.”  That commercial makes my blood boil. How dare they take advantage of the guilt burden we are already carrying.  Trust yourself, grieve, pray, rest when you can and don’t let anyone rush you. When it is right you will know. 
  3. Debts.  One thing you may find is that your parents were good at hiding problems from you, a problem many experience.  Before my mother fell I had taken over paying her bills because she had lost the ability to track and manage funds as a result checks were bouncing in our joint account. Only after she fell, I found my mother had several credit cards with high balances that she was behind in the payments and she had never told me about. I called and tried to explain the situation.  I told them I could make very minimum payments for her which I did out of her funds.  When it was decided she would not go home, I called and told them she could no longer make these payments as the state would be taking all of her funds for her care. They tried to pressure me to pay her debt. Don’t do it. Any funds you have you may need to buy personal supplies for your parent. My mom is left with only $60 a month to buy toiletries, medical supplies, or snacks. Use your money to care for your parent. The credit card company agreed to take the risk of extending credit, I did not.   If they want to sue an 85 year old for a debt, although large for her it is small potatoes for them, well let them try.  I learned that in TX where my mother lives there are protections for Social Security funds. So sorry Capital One but we are done.  
  4. Trust. Trust but verify. After my mother fell the lady handling her Medicaid application at the nursing facility kept assuring me they had filed an application. After months of checking in with her, I called one day and found she had been dismissed… no application had ever been filed. I finally processed the application myself. It took many calls to the state and oftentimes just calling back and getting another person is worth the trouble.  If you find someone that actually knows what they are talking about,  see if you can get their direct line!  
  5. Document. Trying to keep all the details of this period taxed my sixty-something brain.  I got a spiral notebook and started documenting everything. Calls to the nursing facility, calls to her utilities and other bills, passwords for her accounts on state agencies and even calls to my mother. Often day-to-day it was interesting to see what she remembered one day that was gone the next. It has been a valuable tool and also serves as a journal to remind you how far you have come and reassure you that you will make through to tomorrow, to next week or month.  I call my book, “The Book of Mother. “
  6. Forgive. Finally but not least, forgive yourself, forgive your parent and try to forgive others. Through my own journey, I went through a multitude of emotions and feelings about my mother.  Love, sadness, anger, frustration and sorrow.   The hardest to deal with was anger… I was angry that my mother hid things from me, angry because I felt she was  being manipulative and then I was angry at myself for feeling angry.   It happens.  I have someone I can voice these feelings of anger to without feeling judged and that helps, because I think more than anything it was an anger that I didn’t want to accept the fact that my mother was getting old.  Many of these things, although she may have done them in the past,  she was not doing them purposefully now.  Now I try to direct my anger at the disease that takes away your mind and independence.  Forgive others… that is difficult. I won’t go into depth here but just know, the evil in man’s heart knows no bounds and it shocks me to know what people will do and how they will take advantage of the elderly.  Thankfully there are fewer of these people and more of the loving and giving types. 

I am running low on thoughts for now. It has been 5 months since my mother’s doctor told her she could not go back to her home of 45 years.  I am now in the process of dismantling my mother’s life and possessions even though she is still here, that has it’s own challenges. My mother told me the other day that she didn’t want to go home anymore. ❤️ I think the past few years she was battling to survive physically and mentally, but now is cared for and loved.  She feels safe and can rest for the rest of her retirement years.

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Family of the Heart

Thankful for family… those by blood and those by heart.

Without getting too deep into the crazy mix of my family, I want to say I am so thankful for the family God has put in my life. Especially, Karen who joined my family circle in a crisis and has stayed through many highs and lows over the years.

Karen is the wife of my ex and we met when my oldest son was in the hospital after a near-fatal motorcycle accident 27 years ago. She has always accepted me as a part of her family. This past week she has put in three long days helping me and my siblings clean out my mother’s house, above and beyond any obligation or call of duty she had. We had many moments of laughter and it surely takes a saint to work through 40 years of clutter and dust.

Much love to you Karen ❤️ I know you’ve found many family members lately through DNA but my mom told me one time you told her we were “buds”. We are more than that, we are sisters.

I am truly thankful for and send much love to Paulette and PJ too. My mother is truly blessed to have them as her children.

Karen below after taking the last kitty cat figurine off the shelf. She says she is smiling!!

Views and Beliefs

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I am a person of faith and as such I am called to live by a certain set of standards. Anything below those standards is sin. Do I fail there? Yes, daily. Daily I am a failure and a sinner.

Now comes the difficult thing to explain to others who are respectable, responsible, moral, law abiding, loving friends, family and acquaintances who do not understand my views.

First of all, I do not presume to speak for God. He has set forth guidelines and commandments for living. These guidelines are for those who accept to follow. I do not believe I have to force these onto my neighbors, friends or family. These are not my rules but God’s rules given to his people.

Jesus said unto him, Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind. This is the first and great commandment. And the second is like unto it, Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself. On these two commandments hang all the law and the prophets. —Matthew 22:35-40.

So God’s commandment firstly, is to love him with all my heart, soul and mind. Secondly, love my neighbor… All my neighbors, not just my fellow believing neighbors. In that effort, “in as much as it is up to me, I will try to live in peace with everyone. ” Romans 12:18

In doing that do I agree with everything my neighbor does? No, not at all. In cases, where my neighbors’ lifestyle is contradictory to mine, I just do not engage. Where we have common ground, I enjoy and fellowship with them.

However, social issues that have been front and center the past few months appear to have forced a paralyzing wedge between my views and the views of some of you. Although, many are unaware because there is a fear to speak as the unspoken mantra is, “Accept this view. In fact accept and rejoice in it, or remain silent.” If not, you will be labeled a bigot.

So here is my view:

As a civil rights issue, equal rights to all, on a government level, I say let the government issue marriage licenses to all. If they are talking about marrying according to a state ‘ordained’ union then let the state do what the majority wants. However, I respect and honor the principals of God. So when it comes to forcing those views on churches or religious institutions, to go against their values, to perform God ordained marriages against their religious beliefs. that’s where I believe that freedom ends.

Why should they be demonized because they are holding their beliefs? Isn’t religious freedom one of the founding principals?

I have in my family, homosexuals and transgender individuals. I do not judge them, I do not force my faith or views on them. I love them, not whatever their lifestyle, beliefs or political causes may be. Hopefully they feel the same of me.

I do not even take a view of homosexuality as right or wrong. I do not have all the answers of what makes up the essence of who people are. My hope and prayer is that God has the answers and reasons for each of us; he knows each of us more intimately than we know ourselves and he is a just and loving God to all of his creation.

Now comes the paradox. I may find, among my believing friends those who will call me a heretic, and say I am living with a foot in both worlds. I am fallen away, not religious enough or simply misguided. I suppose by definition I could be one or more of those.

To them, I ask you pray for me, as it appears God has put in me a questioning spirit. I desire to be an example of God’s love as he leads me. My hope and prayer for myself is that it will all become clear and I will understand my own journey and trials one day.

I guess what I am asking is for the same respect all are asking; for tolerance of opposing views. I hear you and respect you; I ask only the same consideration in return.

19 June 2015 at 8:31