“Grief is the price we pay for love”*
This quotation has been on my mind a lot recently, let’s say I am currently paying my debts.
My Dad is ill; very ill, and the prospects are not good. He has been in hospital for over three weeks now and his decline has been swift. Though we hope to put things in place to get him home, we know that this is so that he can spend his final days in familiar surroundings with those who love him. It’s about all we can do for him now.
His health hasn’t been good for a while, Type 2, Alzheimer’s and Vascular Dementia have all played their part, but up until about two weeks before Christmas he was at least mobile enough to get himself round his house, and independent enough to feed himself.
These diseases have robbed him of so much now. That big man who sheltered me, who was always there, who if he said he would do something always came through, is now just a husk of what he was. No memory of anything over an hour earlier – if that, constantly tired, thirsty and in pain.
The man I knew as Dad is all but gone, except for old memories of childhood, and stories told over and over so many times they are tattooed on my and his shared consciousness.
My heart is howling. I can do nothing for him to ease this or make it better. Ease will only come with an ending and every time I think of that, I am overcome with wave after wave of crushing guilt.
Life continues around hospital visits in some surreal way, I have my feet in this world but my head is in his, just as he has a foot in this world but part of him seems to have already left for somewhere else. As conversations happen around me, phones ring, noise of our office seems disjointed and meaningless, I want to walk off and keep walking, I’m detaching from my anchor.
Reality pulls me back in, I’m not a rudderless ship even if it feels that way. I have to remember that I am an anchor myself, because the circle of life continues.
Just a few days ago, we took a family walk through a local park, and Cub Number 2 took my hand and said
“I love you more than anyone else on this planet”
“I love you too son” I said, “But someday I hope you find someone who you can love as much as you love me”
He smiled back at me and said
“Yeah… But I doubt it”
I don’t know how to bear this, someday when it’s my turn to go he’ll be left feeling the way I do now and I just don’t know how to spare him that. This weight of responsibility is bearing down hard.
*Love is the price we pay for grief – a quotation often attributed to Queen Elizabeth II but is part of a longer passage by British psychologist Dr Colin Murray Parks, in his book Bereavement: Studies of Grief in Adult Life
“The pain of grief is just as much part of life as the joy of love: it is perhaps the price we pay for love, the cost of commitment. To ignore this fact, or to pretend that it is not so, is to put on emotional blinkers which leave us unprepared for the losses that will inevitably occur in our own lives and unprepared to help others cope with losses in theirs”
I’m sorry to hear that things haven’t improved. Sometimes grief is the only thing there is.
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Yep
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The decline and eventual death of our parents is something we all have to go through, and yes, it hurts like hell. My dad died early aged only 48, but Mum lived until the age of 92. At the end of her life in 2017, the only times she cheered up was when we sang old songs from her younger days and when we looked at old photos and talked about the past. I still miss her.
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Not that I have much of a singing voice, but yes – I sang an old song he made up and reminded him of some old stories at the weekend which made him smile, I’m not entirely convinced he can properly see photographs
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Their long-term memories don’t seem to go fortunately, just the short-term ones.
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I heard memory described as a bookshelf, which seemed like a good analogy. Recent events being on the the top shelf and easily knocked off; whereas old memories are lower down and better protected.
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Yes. To quote L.P Hartley, the past is not a foreign country to the elderly. They embrace it.
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That’s lovely, and has given me an idea for visiting this evening. I might play him some music he hasn’t heard in a while 🙂
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Good idea. I downloaded many songs from the 1940s to play to Mum. She loved them.
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Such a hard time Plot, much sympathy for you. We had similar with Mrs B’s mother going before she went as it were, so there’s pain in both the preparation and the final letting go. But, as you recognise here, there’s always other lives to be an important part of, so hopefully that’ll help.
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Yes, I hope so
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I’m a little damp eyed after reading this. Reminding me of my own parents’ mortality and indeed my own and the impact it will have on my child. What a beautiful relationship you have with your son- bless him. Much love to you during this tough time xxx
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It’s so hard. Watching the slow decline towards an inevitable darkness.
My son idolises me and as much as I love him with every fibre of my being, it is scaring the life out of me.
Xxx
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Oh Sonia, it is very hard to watch someone close to you dying. Les’s Dad took 3 weeks to eventually let go this last November. He like his wife had Alzheimers and died 3 months apart. I think for Les the grief started the day his parents no longer recognised him, and we had a good cry on that day leaving the Rest home. I do believe that the dying know that those who love them are near them.
Here’s a funny story, we were discussing going for a cuppa and some fresh air while sitting with Les’s Dad, when he [who hadn’t talked for days] yelled out “Black no milk for me, thank you”. Made us all laugh and aware that he was hopefully enjoying our chatter with him xx
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Dad does still recognise us, which is a blessing. I was over earlier and played some music for him which I know he enjoyed.
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Oh that’s great that he still recognises you all. Music is good for the soul.
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Aye, I got the ward rocking to some Johnny Cash and Fats Domino 😊
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Hahaha, yep it’s fun to see our elderly being “young” for a while 🙂 Good stuff.
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I just looked at the time, you are up early or going to bed late 🙂
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Not sleeping great 😕
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Yes, I can imagine you wouldn’t be. Hope your health isn’t playing havoc while you are caring for your Dad?
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Stress has its issues, but I’m trying to keep on top of it. The autoimmune stuff doesn’t really want to play ball though
What do you do? You just have to keep going putting one foot in front of the other
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Exactly what we have to do is put one foot in front of the other. It’s life it goes on no matter what else is happening. A strange feeling isn’t it. Can feel quite surreal. I suppose it’s trying to capture a “good feeling” moment in between the not so great stuff we need to deal with to reduce the stress. The carer needs to look after herself. Don’t forget 🙂
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😘 I promise 🥰
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Good to hear 🙂 x
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Hugs to you Sonia, a very hard time for you and your family. X
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Thank you Hun x
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This was a beautiful and painful read all in one. You are in my thoughts.
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Thank you Cherie x you are never far from mine either xxx
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Oh goodness, the way your little one just piped up with an “I love you” was beautiful. I am so sorry to hear about things going downhill with your Dad. This is something I can very much relate to and I know how painful the helplessness can be, only mine involved cancer instead of dementia. Sending you and your family lots of virtual hugs, and I’m always around if you ever need a rant x
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Ah, he’s great. I’m very lucky to know I am so loved. He’s like a next gen Ferris Bueller… and now I’m wondering if you are too young for that reference….😬
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That’s one of the films on my never ending to-watch list, believe it or not!
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If you ever want to go back in time to the ‘80s that’s it, that’s the movie. I can’t not watch it if it’s on, it’s not just knowing the entire script, I could make a decent stab at the camera angles too I’ve watched it that many times 😂
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I hope things are well for you and your family. I had tears in my eyes while reading your post. Ever since I have grown up, I can’t wrap my head around the fact my parents are getting old too. It scares me toeven think about what I will do if I had to face this situation.
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I understand completely. It’s something we all face, but that makes it no easier. It’s such a cruel disease Dad has, its so hard to watch.
I hope, that despite age, your parents are in good health x
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This is such a sweet wish! Thank you! I wish your father a speedy recovery! I’ll pray for him. 😊
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Sonia, I’ve been sitting here trying to figure out what to say for weeks. I love you, that’s all. xox
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In the end that’s the only thing that matters, isn’t it?
I love you too 😘
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