It’s the strangest of Father’s Days in my world. As many of you know, and have followed the blog for a long time – this is the 31st Father Day without my own, having passed 30 years ago. My mother is deteriorating. Somedays she’s in good spirits – sometime she’s in a foul mood from the word go.
She has Alzheimer’s – all of the symptoms I’ve been able to look up. She nor I have the money to help get her more care. I cannot leave the house for employment, nor can I find decent employment at home, though I continue to search for a legit enterprise for that – I haven’t given up. Leaving my Mom alone could lead to her cooking and forgetting to turn off the stove, leading to a fire. Or, as is her wont as of late – she could simply wonder off out of the house.
She denies anything is wrong with her, because I have tried to tell her what’s wrong straight up. Her mother and father had Alzheimer’s before her – meaning I have a 50/50 chance of catching it later on in my life.
There’s documentation from a car sale that needs signing to avoid a driver’s license suspension (though she’s unlikely to drive again), as is her lease coming due. She has problems singing things – and they both come up in the coming days. I don’t have power of attorney over her – when she was whole, she’d never allow that.
So over these next few days – I need some prayers we can get through them. A fourth stimulus check would probably help as well – though there’s also inflation that would also rear it’s ugly head.