I know that dude!

Da 2 Headstrong Sista's and I had our meeting with Hospice yesterday at The Unhappiest Place In America. The woman we met with will also be MeMums regular caregiver. She’s going to check in one or two times a week. Her name was Haley. She didn’t bring cake, ice cream or even licorice. That’s a bullshit way to hold a meeting. What she did bring was a pile of soft words. Look, we are all adults. We are very aware that at some point our mother is going to die. She is not going to “expire”, “pass”, “transition” or “crossover”. Using soft words does not make the situation any easier. We all went back for a quick visit with Mom as Haley gave her a looking over. Checked her vitals, and chatted with her for a few minutes. I had picked Da Olda up and she told me on the ride she felt guilty about not being able to save Mom. That’s part of her hesitance in visiting. I tried to get her to understand there is nothing you can do to save someone from Alzheimer’s. it happened. Accept it and move on with your life. Acceptance is a beautiful thing. You cannot change things out of your control. I’m hoping yesterday‘s visit will spark her to go a little more often.

I have an afternoon shift at The Park today. (Toot toot!) 2:00 to 6:30 PM. I don’t mind but having to sit around until 2 o’clock sucks.