is a page dedicated to my Dad who was finally able to pass
away, Christmas Day, 1998, and to my Mom who has gone on to
be with him after living a very comfortable life in an
Assisted Living Facility and later when she had to be moved
into a private home. She passed December 2002.
My Dad was seldom ever sick until he was 84.
He died from colon cancer 1 1/2 years after it was first
diagnosed. During that 18 months we found my Mom
developing mini strokes that resulted in dementia. She
had not planned to go into Assisted Living until my Father
passed but the stress of his illness made her condition
worsen. Within one day at 83 yrs old she lost her
husband, her home, her life, her freedom, and her high
heels. Dad was finally able to relax and accept his
illness for himself. Five weeks later Mom's Sister
died and one week after that Dad was gone, Christmas Day,
Mom and her siblings had to get out of the
car and walk beside it with their Mother and her Father
drove over the high mountains coming from North Dakota and
going to the Pacific Northwest.
Mom did quite well in Assisted Living.
Her physical health was good for the most part and she
enjoyed the fellowship of the other residences. But as
the days went on, her voice diminished and people could not
hear her speak and they became annoyed. After a couple
years her condition was worse than Assisted Living had the
ability to care for her. My Brother and Sister-in-Law
found her a wonderful private home that was near them and
she completed her days there. My Sister and I saw her
a month before she passed and her favorite things she could
relate to were the photos in her picture albums. Her
passing was very quiet.
The 18 month story of my
parents struggle with illness was written by me shortly
after Dad's passing. The background for the journal
took 60 years for me to live and 18 months being with them
nearly every day then 7 months to write. And one
second for the ISP to destroy it. I tried several
times to redo it and each time it was more difficult.
This go-around I've decided to put up a little page, that
I'm able to handle. Anyway, that is how A Family
Journal was started and how it ended.
Well, lets just say that was
just the first 65 years. Much more to come ahead.