All the documents are in for my parent’s submission to the retirement community.
I keep using that phrase instead of the “facility” or “home.” I guess it’s to help w/ my guilt.
We went to the coin store today and got to unlock the mysteries of the gold/silver purchases story. Mom put in quite a bit and they are taking a 30% hit. This is due to there being a considerable amount gone. No one knows where it is. Do they have a bank lock box somewhere? They say they don’t. Did they bury it? Hide it? I don’t fully know if it’s in their house somewhere. I suspect that my step-dad has hid it and has let his daughter know. We’ll never know.
The money is in the bank, and we have the valuation letter. The papers are in. I wish I felt better. I feel more relaxed. Mom is declining rapidly. I wish she was somewhere already.
I don’t know if this is how family life is supposed to be. I don’t know if I’m supposed to stop working and stop my life and take care of mom. I know I don’t want to and don’t know that I can. Maybe I’m missing out on some great experience. I can’t have them both living here and they can’t live where they are. We don’t really have any other options.
I don’t feel much anger anymore today. It was significant to just walk away from the comments last week and to just let my brother and Jay handle the meeting yesterday. I was fine going to the coin store today, even talking to my mom who was unstable today.
It feels like what I felt compelled to do is done. That was to stabilize her meds and healthcare, get her money secure and find a home for them to move to. Now it’s just details. Even the move feels less significant.
So this was it. A big day for the family. I hope it’s the right decision. I’m glad for this option and enough money to do it. Mom saved her money mostly and put it away in weird places. I don’t think she gave away as much as I thought in big chunks, but a lot has disappeared in smaller amounts.
It is what it is.