What a wonderful post! Thank you.
I do take exception to you saying, “I lied!” Because at some level, I don’t think you did lie. At least not in a come-to-Jesus way that you need to repent of. ;)
That, really, was the whole point of what the nurse was telling me from observing how many years of these types of conversations. Just let the person enjoy what they are enjoying and don’t feel bad about playing along. Your mom probably got a smile out of thinking about Glenn being at the store, maybe buying a pair of socks for those gnarly feet of his or picking up some mints to bring her. Who knows? All I know is that this is a much happier way to handle things.
I’m glad you have help and can get out. And the laughing is so good. Anyone who has ever asked, why do people have to suffer toward the end of their lives? I don’t know, but I have seen many times when those last years, weeks, days brought the opportunity to serve, to learn compassion, gratitude, to make things right, to become prepared for the separation death brings.
In my book, God doesn’t waste our tears. This is not to sugarcoat how hard it is to care for someone who, essentially, is living the Long Good-bye. But it is not all for naught.
The bad part ---depending on others to get away from the hurricane.
The first time a tree fell on my mother's BR and we had no electrcity for 3 weeks so it's a good thing we weren't here. We live in "The Piney Woods"...and have big ones in our yard...what's left! LOL!