Thanks for all the thoughts. Dad ended up overdoing it on Thursday, even though we begged him to be careful. He slept in on Friday, and when his caregiver tried to take his blood pressure, it was so low she couldn’t get a reading. I about passed out when she told me to call 911 and the paramedics couldn’t get a reading, either. I won’t drag out the suspense - after spending a day in the ER, they decided he was just dehydrated and released him. But it was a VERY scary couple of hours for my sister and me. He missed the visitation on Friday night but was allowed to attend the funeral on Saturday. The service was beautiful. I really think it captured my mom’s best qualities beautifully. The remarks my sister and I made dovetailed together. The foster child Mom had the longest, who is now 35 (!!), spoke about the impact my parents made on his life (after caring for him for eight months, they continued to help him and his birth mother when they needed it). He had stayed in touch with Mom this past year in particular. He flew out from Las Vegas just so he could speak at her funeral. Finally, the minister did a great job. He and his wife are good friends with my parents, so he knows her well and told some great stories about Mom.
It was in the 90s for the burial service. We kept it short, but Dad still got overheated. They managed to cool him off and we got him home safely. Now he is insisting on going to church this morning, even though the minister told him he should stay home. Grr. My sister and I agreed we don’t want to fight this battle, so I will take him to church, then take my husband, daughter, and son to the airport so they can fly home. I told Dad he’ll have to find a ride home from church. I’m going to turn my phone off so he can’t call and say he needs me. I am beyond exhausted and want to crash after coming back from the airport.
It’s still surreal. We’re going through my mom’s beautiful things, picking out what we’d like to keep. My daughter video chatted with her cousin, a Fulbright scholar in Uruguay, for HOURS. The girls looked at each figurine, piece of jewelry, item of clothing, etc. to see what they’d like to have. Then they asked my sister and me if their selections were OK. It was actually a joyful process to see how many items of Mom’s they wanted to keep! My petite daughter found a LOT of Mom’s clothing she loved! Mom was larger so her clothes fit loosely on D, but I guess that’s the style (and as my friend pointed out, D is so cute that ANYTHING looks good on her). So that was the highlight of the day. I also took my family to show them Dad’s new unit. It really is beautiful, and the facility is gorgeous, so that was fun.
The low point is realizing that there is no way Sis and I can go through everything and figure out what Dad needs to take when he moves in on Thursday. Ugh. Sis is coming over tomorrow and we will have to strategize. The problem is that Dad’s not strong enough to walk around the house, pointing out what he wants to take, so the selection process will be laborious. Oh, well, one step at a time. I will stay here until next Sunday.
Thanks again for all your kind thoughts, prayers, and words. They really have helped a lot.