losing the (grand)parental units
Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 6:11 pm
monday my grandfather, the only dad i've ever really had, moved into an assisted living place.
the women who work there tell me he needs to bring his favorote things, but he didn't choose very much. the house is full of lots of things but it was all hers. and his place is so bare.
i'm trying to be helpful. i run errands for him when i can and when he lets me. but i feel like he is planning to go soon. (and it doesn't help that i think one of his pistols is missing. he may have sold it, but he never said anything about selling it before.)
he talked a little more today about the living will stuff. he told he his two best friends had to pull the plug on their wives. i said that must have been so hard. then he just came out and told me i'd have to do that for him. and he asked me if i could. i told him that if he wrote it down i'd see to it that whatever he wanted done would be done. but one thing is crystal clear: it's all going to be up to me.
hell, when he asked me to get him the boxes for this move, he told me to keep them so i could bring all his stuff back to the house next year...
i always foolishly hoped that they would go together. or that the shock of the one being gone would cause the other one to just instantly go. no pain, no suffering. but it hasn't been like that at all.
the women who work there tell me he needs to bring his favorote things, but he didn't choose very much. the house is full of lots of things but it was all hers. and his place is so bare.
i'm trying to be helpful. i run errands for him when i can and when he lets me. but i feel like he is planning to go soon. (and it doesn't help that i think one of his pistols is missing. he may have sold it, but he never said anything about selling it before.)
he talked a little more today about the living will stuff. he told he his two best friends had to pull the plug on their wives. i said that must have been so hard. then he just came out and told me i'd have to do that for him. and he asked me if i could. i told him that if he wrote it down i'd see to it that whatever he wanted done would be done. but one thing is crystal clear: it's all going to be up to me.
hell, when he asked me to get him the boxes for this move, he told me to keep them so i could bring all his stuff back to the house next year...
i always foolishly hoped that they would go together. or that the shock of the one being gone would cause the other one to just instantly go. no pain, no suffering. but it hasn't been like that at all.