I realized yesterday that I’ve spent every Christmas of my life so far with my parents. I always came home from college for Christmas break. After college, I’ve always driven to my folks’ house, either back in Roselle Park or down in Whiting, for Christmas.
I did drive over to my Mom’s assisted living facility this morning and spend a little time with her, but she’s not really in a condition where it would make sense to take her home with me for the day, or take her out to dinner or anything. She had a minor fall this morning, and is a bit unsteady on her feet right now, so I don’t think it would be a good idea to take her out and risk another fall.
So I’m spending most of the day alone here in my apartment, watching MythBusters, and taking care of a few miscellaneous chores. I’ve been trying to think of something I could do today to honor Dad. I think maybe just relaxing today, and continuing to be responsible about taking care of Mom, would make him happy.
If anyone reading this is feeling any charitable impulses today, consider the Alzheimer’s Association. They’ve been quite helpful over the last few months, as I tried to figure out what was going on with Mom, and how best to deal with it.
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