Praying your situation improves however/whenever it can, Meg.
I moved my folks in with me from Georgia in September of '18, hoping they would live out their years with me after living my entire adulthood a thousand miles away.
I went to GA myself, put their stuff in a couple of moving vans, and transported them here myself.
There were here for three whole days before my Dad ended up in the hospital and essentially didn't come home until January of last year, just in time for my Mother to die of a heart attack.
Much diminished, he went to a local nursing facility - a good one, staffed by friends and in-laws of mine - where he died in September.
Luckily, I had been allowed dispensation from Covid-rules to visit him daily, and my wife and daughter were with him when he died.
A blizzard of activity settling estate matters is finally tapering off, and I sort of felt myself surfacing for air, just in time to end up here awaiting my surgery.
I feel you, brother - chin up, there're better days ahead, I promise.
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