Today is a bittersweet day. It is three years, to the day, since my family was forever changed. Three years ago today (Click here to review) my dad fell, broke his neck, and became a quadriplegic. He easily could have died that day, but instead, we were all given the gift of extra time with him. My dad has handled these last 3 years with dignity and grace, and has never let on if he feels sorry for himself or angry. My mom has sacrificed mightily to keep him in good health and to keep their home and affairs in order. This is certainly not the retirement we wanted for them and I wish I had a magic wand that I could wave to make everything right again.
Over the last 3 years some things have gotten easier for my dad. However, dealing with the crap dealt by home health companies, medicare, and the like only get more difficult with each passing day. During times like this the worst part shouldn't be dealing with obtaining proper care.
Now that we have Andy, and now that I have to teach full time again, we simply can't offer the help that we once could and that's a horrible feeling. It's a horrible feeling to know that some things just won't get better no matter how hard you work at it. In a way it's a little bit like dealing with infertility. No matter how hard you work, it just won't be right.
But, the important thing is that he's still my dad. And he's still with us. And Andy loves to cluck at him and it's fun to watch them wave at each other.