I’ve been out of touch for a while. My apologies. I’ve added a chapter to my story and I believe it’s an important one to share more frequently so you’ll be hearing more from our tribe.
My father was the full-time caregiver for my grandfather (his father). After he passed and much deliberation, my grandfather decided he wanted me to take care of his affairs. This was a huge task because my hands are quite full with my own nuclear family. However, in the end it was what he was most comfortable with and made the most sense because his affairs were so closely entwined with my fathers and I was trying to close out his estate/businesses (still haven’t completed this almost two years later). It’s amazing the work left behind from death.
Fast forward a year (and hopefully that explains my absence as well) and my grandfather was showing severe signs of dementia. This summer, after many family and close family friends had multiple discussions, it was decided my grandfather would move to Texas and reside with me. My once 6’2″ alpha male grandfather was a mere 150 lbs and completely fragile when he arrived.
The last four months my three girls and I have been adjusting to life as caregivers. When I initially made up my mind to do this I thought it would be like adding a child to the household. We’ve done that before…nothing out of the ordinary for us. Oh, how wrong I was! However, it reminded me of something I say to expectant mothers, “you’ll never have a job so hard, but so rewarding”. Becoming a Caregiver for a loved one is the same.
The ONE thing I’m sure of in this adventure is that it was the right decision (despite the multitude of days I’ve collapsed with exhaustion on the bed thinking this is impossible).
Happy Thanksgiving to all! May you focus on all the ways you’re blessed and forget all the reasons you should be stressed.