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5 Years
3 years ago
That's right. As of June 30th, 2022, it will have officially been 5 years since I moved into my grandmother's house.
When I first moved in, I was excited to see my father once again, after being away for some time. I remember in earlier years, he was always a person I looked up to. Him and I shared a few laughs, and sometimes would go for a drive, or even go for a walk. But after moving into my grandmother's house, I had quickly learned of his dangerous addiction to smoking and drinking, of which was not helped by my grandmother's inability to tell him no, and thus further enabling him. His dementia was also getting worse, as half the time, he couldn't figure out where he was, or where he was going. All he knew was that his feet were taking him to the next point in his travels that would provide for his addictive needs. As of this moment, he is currently in a secured care facility, receiving the help he needs, though his mental state of mind prohibits him from ever returning to society.
In July of 2018, I was sitting nearby when my grandmother got the call from the hospital, saying that her sister had passed away. This severely devastated my grandmother. Every now and then, she still remembers her name, and will eventually break down in tears, and I do what I can to comfort her the best I can.
Sure, there's been a few good moments that brought my grandmother and I joy. Just recently, she got a kitten from her niece. It brings her great joy, and happiness to see it so full of energy and wonder as it explores the house, and getting into mischief. I myself, have grown to appreciate having the cat around, and find it quite amusing to see how many places it can hide in. The cat has taken quite a liking to the both us in turn, as it likes to brush against our legs and feet when either one of us is moving around, as well as rest on our shoulders when we are down.
But between the increasing debt being built up on the house, and my grandmother's ailing mental health due to her depression, anxiety, and worsening dementia, I fear that within the next five years, I will have to move to a new location, she'll be placed into a nursing facility, and the cat would have to be put up for adoption. Not the greatest outlook on things, but I'd much rather be prepared for what's to come, rather than ride on the false hope that everything will be just fine, like my grandmother wishes things to be. For now, I'll keep an eye on things, and see where they go.
That's about all I have for now.
Take care all.
When I first moved in, I was excited to see my father once again, after being away for some time. I remember in earlier years, he was always a person I looked up to. Him and I shared a few laughs, and sometimes would go for a drive, or even go for a walk. But after moving into my grandmother's house, I had quickly learned of his dangerous addiction to smoking and drinking, of which was not helped by my grandmother's inability to tell him no, and thus further enabling him. His dementia was also getting worse, as half the time, he couldn't figure out where he was, or where he was going. All he knew was that his feet were taking him to the next point in his travels that would provide for his addictive needs. As of this moment, he is currently in a secured care facility, receiving the help he needs, though his mental state of mind prohibits him from ever returning to society.
In July of 2018, I was sitting nearby when my grandmother got the call from the hospital, saying that her sister had passed away. This severely devastated my grandmother. Every now and then, she still remembers her name, and will eventually break down in tears, and I do what I can to comfort her the best I can.
Sure, there's been a few good moments that brought my grandmother and I joy. Just recently, she got a kitten from her niece. It brings her great joy, and happiness to see it so full of energy and wonder as it explores the house, and getting into mischief. I myself, have grown to appreciate having the cat around, and find it quite amusing to see how many places it can hide in. The cat has taken quite a liking to the both us in turn, as it likes to brush against our legs and feet when either one of us is moving around, as well as rest on our shoulders when we are down.
But between the increasing debt being built up on the house, and my grandmother's ailing mental health due to her depression, anxiety, and worsening dementia, I fear that within the next five years, I will have to move to a new location, she'll be placed into a nursing facility, and the cat would have to be put up for adoption. Not the greatest outlook on things, but I'd much rather be prepared for what's to come, rather than ride on the false hope that everything will be just fine, like my grandmother wishes things to be. For now, I'll keep an eye on things, and see where they go.
That's about all I have for now.
Take care all.
dalesql
~dalesql
Each day at a time, one day at a time. Take care of yourself as well.
