Not that Last Ride

Last Wednesday, I had decided that it would be the last time Gpa went to daycare.  He had gotten to the point he could not stand on his own.

It was a cold and rainy day.  I almost said never mind and kept him home.  But I had a couple of things I needed to get done before becoming housebound.  And I had made plans to have lunch with a friend that I didn’t want to miss.

On the way to daycare, I was sad that this would be his last ride.  He loves them so much.

But I was wrong.  It wasn’t his last ride. On Friday, a beautiful sunny day.  Thank you Texas weather! My daughter needed a ride to her car.  I told her I could do it if she helped me put Gpa in the car.  She asked what about when we got home as she would go to work after dropping her car at the shop.

I told her that I can get him out of the car better than I can get him in the car.  As it worked out the home health nurse wanted to meet about that time and she helped me get him out of the car.

The nurse had the “H” word talk with me. So over the weekend I looked up a few hospice companies and one is coming tomorrow.

In the mean time, the truck is still not fixed and my daughter loaded up Gpa into the car yesterday and we had another lovely ride.  Sure he slept through it but he’s been doing that lately.  It was nice to be able to give him another ride.

But I don’t know it I’ll learn not to say this is the last time for …. or not, we’ll see.

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Comments

  • catterel  On January 15, 2013 at 10:50 am

    Keep doing what you do best, and make the most of the present moment. I wish you courage and strength.

  • letstalkaboutfamily  On January 15, 2013 at 6:17 pm

    I have so much respect for the difficult job you are doing. You will only know about the “last time” retrospectively. As mentioned above, enjoy each day as you are able. You grandfather is so lucky to have you!

    • nothousebound  On January 17, 2013 at 7:56 am

      Thank you for your comment. I have been just as lucky as Gpa. Each day with him was so special.

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