You Fought the Good Fight

Who would have thought that when I got that call almost eleven years ago that we would have made it this long? Finding out that you were being financially manipulated by your oldest son. Finding out that you were basically living in your car. Learning that the family had turned their back on you.

I never thought, out of your six children I would be the one to get the call. The one of your six kids that you always made clear you didn’t like. The one child that you would never help. The one child you told “Nobody wants you around.” The one child that always seemed to step up for you whenever needed, well this was no difference.

Who thought that I would move you to the town that I lived in. Help you get you into an apartment and make sure you were safe and comfortable. Who thought I would be the one to step up and make sure you got the medical attention you needed when things seemed a little off. Who thought that I would be the one to step up after the Alzheimer’s, dementia and micro vascular disease diagnosis and mom deciding to divorce you after 50 plus years of marriage.

Who thought I would be the one to be there for you to comfort you during the confusing early stages of this disease? The visits to doctors, counselors and therapists and making sure you were safe and comfortable in your assisted living environment. Who thought I would be the one to see that you were financially set to afford your new living situation?

Who thought that I would be the one to come visit you at least once a week, take you shopping, out to eat and make sure you had some cash in your pocket so that you could attend the outings with the others at your residents? Who thought that I would be the one to be there and the years rolled by and your memory slowly went? Who would have thought I would be the one to still be there when time had finally taken your memory and I was just another stranger in the room?

Well honestly, I never thought it would be me.

Now you can rest. I finally got the call. you finally decided it was time to move on quietly in your sleep. Yes peacefully on the morning of February 1, 2022 your body caught up with your mind and you finally finished the fight.

Dad you are finally at rest. You have moved on to a better place and your memory has returned and you can ask yourself the question. Did I ever think he would be the one there for me out of all my children?

You fought the good fight.

10/10/1933 – 2/1/2022

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