Disabled Parents

We requested a truck to move our belongings to South Carolina to help in the care for my mother. When the truck finally arrived after waiting for two weeks, we realized it was not large enough for everything we had on our moving list. We decided to give our neighbors some of the things that we didn't have room for. Everything worked out well, and we arrived safely to our destination. Mom was not as happy to see us as she had sounded on the 'phone. We were at once sorry we had made the trip. But, I kept telling myself, it will be okay.

We settled in the routine of caring for Mom on a daily basis. Mom was very sick and depressed.
Nothing we could say or do would make her satisfied or at least contented. There were times when she would refuse to eat. Most days Mom was so uncooperative. Her doctor said that was the effects of strokes and dementia. We just had to deal with it. I felt so sad for Mom because she cried when she realized that she couldn't go fishing or go for long walks with her friends.

Because of our Mom's illness, we siblings would keep at each other's throats, thinking that some weren't doing what they could for Mom. Now I know we were all making the most of a grave situation. We all loved Mom so much, but we all had different and unique family dynamics to deal with, also. That was a stressful time for the whole family of us. But we did what we could. (Continued) Part 2