I don't recall if I mentioned that Tom got into a care facility a few weeks back, a big improvement on the hospital. Since moving him in he has continued to have a few falls, he's not steady on his feet even with a "zimmer frame" as they call the walker. The dementia means he has more bad to worse days than bad to good days. Friday when Dave called his mom he found out that they, Margaret & his brother Keith, got a call at 2am that his dad had taken a bad fall. Weren't sure if he broke is femur or hip, this time the other leg. Keith had been at the hospital most of the night. As of yesterday they still weren't sure what he broke, or his mom wasn't sure - I'm not sure if she remembers or doesn't ask or doesn't understand sometimes, but he was scheduled for surgery today. I left the house this morning before Dave had called to UK.
People may think I'm cold and callous but when you've experienced an extended death it isn't pretty for anyone. Tom did not have any quality of life for the past few months and things were going downhill fast. When he did have lucid moments he was aware enough to say things to Margaret about not being happy, hating being hard for her, etc. Tom is in a better place now without pain. While emotionally his passing will be difficult for Margaret, her physical well being will improve without the daily stress of worrying and trying to get to the hospital/center every day to see him. Tom you lived a long and good life. Your friends and family bid you farewell.
The crappy part is with the damn volcanic ash I'm not sure if we'd be able to get on a flight that's actually flying this week, never mind the cost. I'm not sure what Dave's going to want to do. Minor details I suppose.
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