Parents
Sept 4, 2018 9:35:20 GMT
Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2018 9:35:20 GMT
Despite being the only child and product of older parents, I was 48 when my mother died at age 88 and my father (who was ten years younger than my mother), is about to turn 84. He is in very good health for anyone of his age and his mental acuity remains high. His driving is not the best (he was a good driver) but certainly not the worst and he can identify when people are driving badly...
However he is starting to become a little forgetful. This is usually masked because he has a lady companion who he spends a fair amount of time with and between them then tend to operate well; individually it can be challenging...
Sunday morning he lost his wallet. The background is that he has spent five weeks in Manchester away from the heat of Israel. He was flying home yesterday morning. I went round and we ransacked the house. No joy. I questioned him carefully about where he had gone, what he had done and what he was wearing. He was adamant he had not worn a jacket.....
So I cancel cards, make arrangements for replacement cards, get money etc and he flys out yesterday morning, coincidentally with my younger son who is starting a gap year programme in Jerusalem. They land in Tel Aviv; I get a message from my son. "Papa says to have a look in the blue/grey jacket in the cupnboard in his office". Loh and Behold! There it is. Doh!
Luckily, friends are flying out this week who can take it, but it is starting to get a bit more like that....
Parents. Having them around is lovely, but the stress is getting to me. Mind you, being without him will be worse. I know it is a gift to have a 95% functioning parent of his age so I generally can leave him to his own devices....
However he is starting to become a little forgetful. This is usually masked because he has a lady companion who he spends a fair amount of time with and between them then tend to operate well; individually it can be challenging...
Sunday morning he lost his wallet. The background is that he has spent five weeks in Manchester away from the heat of Israel. He was flying home yesterday morning. I went round and we ransacked the house. No joy. I questioned him carefully about where he had gone, what he had done and what he was wearing. He was adamant he had not worn a jacket.....
So I cancel cards, make arrangements for replacement cards, get money etc and he flys out yesterday morning, coincidentally with my younger son who is starting a gap year programme in Jerusalem. They land in Tel Aviv; I get a message from my son. "Papa says to have a look in the blue/grey jacket in the cupnboard in his office". Loh and Behold! There it is. Doh!
Luckily, friends are flying out this week who can take it, but it is starting to get a bit more like that....
Parents. Having them around is lovely, but the stress is getting to me. Mind you, being without him will be worse. I know it is a gift to have a 95% functioning parent of his age so I generally can leave him to his own devices....