Another day
Still nothing new to report on the house front. Still trying to work with the mortgage company. I suppose that we are still working together can be views as better than nothing, but still nothing settled to the point of firm.
Dad is only getting worse. My uncles and aunts keep me updated, still nothing being said from my brothers who live in the same town as the nursing home they put my dad in. One uncle was in town visiting Grandma and dad over the weekend. They said that grandma is up *running* around and in good spirits, is looking really good and wants to go home because she feels so much better. They told her that she can't go back home to her house, but she could come live with one of them, to which she firmly said "NO SIR!!".
Dad, on the other hand, is finally starting to eat a bit hear and there, but is down to 112 lbs (he's 6'1"). They are comparing how he looks to how my great-grandpa looked just before he died and saying dad looks worse. His eyes are sunken and he's nothing but bones. They are asking for me to send him loving letters and pictures to make his last days happy. Unfortunately, the best I can hope to do is friendly nice letters, I don't have pictures nor do I feel that I need to spend the money to get some to send to him. I am saddened that he is in this space and given up, but, given I have never been close to him, I don't have the mourning that would accompany had we been close. I will write to him. It will not likely be what my family expects it *should* be, but it will be what I can do. I will comfort as best I can, with compassion, as I would with any other being. It will be with love that I have for any other human, but nothing more special that that. I am OK with that.
Dad is only getting worse. My uncles and aunts keep me updated, still nothing being said from my brothers who live in the same town as the nursing home they put my dad in. One uncle was in town visiting Grandma and dad over the weekend. They said that grandma is up *running* around and in good spirits, is looking really good and wants to go home because she feels so much better. They told her that she can't go back home to her house, but she could come live with one of them, to which she firmly said "NO SIR!!".
Dad, on the other hand, is finally starting to eat a bit hear and there, but is down to 112 lbs (he's 6'1"). They are comparing how he looks to how my great-grandpa looked just before he died and saying dad looks worse. His eyes are sunken and he's nothing but bones. They are asking for me to send him loving letters and pictures to make his last days happy. Unfortunately, the best I can hope to do is friendly nice letters, I don't have pictures nor do I feel that I need to spend the money to get some to send to him. I am saddened that he is in this space and given up, but, given I have never been close to him, I don't have the mourning that would accompany had we been close. I will write to him. It will not likely be what my family expects it *should* be, but it will be what I can do. I will comfort as best I can, with compassion, as I would with any other being. It will be with love that I have for any other human, but nothing more special that that. I am OK with that.