We put Mom in the nursing home on Wednesday, March 28, SS. J& A Residence. Dad is crushed and lost w/o her.
I'm okay with it. I didn't cry or break down when I saw her there. it is the best possible place for her. I truly believe this.
What kills me is seeing my dad. he is so......i dunno.....not my dad.
When he called me in as state of panic on Wednesday, crying b/c the nursing home was demanding, DEMANDING $6000.00 or else...(FYI, IF YOU HAVE A LOVE ONE IN A NURSING HOME & THEY ARE WAITING APPROVAL FOR MEDICAID THE NURSING HOME HAS TO ACCEPT THEM AND YOU DON'T OWE THEM ANY MONEY!!!!) that's not my dad! Dad's are always supposed to be brave and strong. They can't panic. They can't cry. They can't be anything but superhuman. And that's when I realized that dad was human.
When I see him trying to be brave and when he gives her kisses and tells her he loves her that's when I lose it. I have to turn my head I feel as though I am invading on their private and most personal moments.
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