Almost six months have passed since my husband, Hugh, died suddenly. Almost six months have passed since I wrote my last blog entry here as well. Much has happened since July 18th; then again, it seems as though I haven’t accomplished much at all. I thought my mother’s death hit me hard, but it was…

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We were elated this past week when we learned that Hugh was a candidate for surgery for his colon cancer. His tumor was a bit low in the intestine, but the surgeon felt he could do a resection without any major difficulties. Although Hugh became more worried as the surgery date loomed on Friday, he knew…

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I haven’t written much about my long-distance caregiving for Dad, because he’s doing so well. Other than a few odds and ends (like him calling me to remember how to wash the towels…do they go in whites or darks?), Dad is moving on with life and staying busy. What a relief for me, as I…

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Bringing shorts and short-sleeve shirts and t-shirts to Dad’s house was a waste of luggage space. Although it’s been raining and chilly, I still managed to get in a few good days of weeding. I also stemmed the growth of Lily of the Valley into the yard. It’s supposed to grow in the other direction…into…

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Mom's Iris

I’ve been absent for a while, and I think it’s because I finally deflated after Mom’s death. When I couldn’t get to Dad’s house for the holidays, I just went into a funk and winter didn’t help in lifting me up at all. And, my blue moods aren’t very sociable. But, spring is here and I’m…

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Dad's Christmas 2014

I was so sure that I would return to Dad’s house for the holidays that I left all my winter coats in one of his bedroom closets. But, life took a turn for the worse this past month. My last client finished up a job without warning me, and — with no prospects for me during…

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Swift's Silverleaf Brand Pure Lard

During the time I’ve spent at Dad’s house since Mom’s death, I never got to the kitchen shelf where she stored all her cookbooks. That didn’t stop me from finding recipes all over the house. I found one particular recipe under their bed sandwiched between some Christmas wrapping paper. I remembered this recipe from childhood,…

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Mom and Dad in 2011.

A year ago this week, I was at home in Kentucky taking a break from Mom’s caregiving, and Mom and Dad were preparing to eat out at a restaurant for Thanksgiving with Dad’s sister and her son. I don’t remember where they went to eat, but I do remember Mom telling me that they had…

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Dad and my husband at a market this fall.

Dad and I are doing well, I think, but there’s an undercurrent of sadness and a kind of frenzy that one conducts to fill time or dead air (no pun intended). I’m engrossed in the organization challenge here at Caregiving.com, and my days are filled with 1) work; 2) organization; and 3) family. Dad’s days…

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Rebuilt Garden Bed

I’ve been at dad’s home for six weeks now, helping to rebuild mom’s flower beds and helping dad to downsize the house. My husband arrived last week to help keep dad company, because much of my time is taken up with gardening, with rooting around in the attic, and at work — I work from…

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Dad with Michigan fish about 1980.

I knew this day would come — specifically in October, because that’s a good time to fish a certain river that’s located about an hour from dad’s house. Dad’s been watching the river flows for two months, and he’s been waiting for the stocking news. The authorities (whomever they might be) stocked the river on…

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(Editor’s Note: We add Linda, who cares for her dad, to our blogging team today. You can connect with her on her profile page: @goinhome.) I woke up the other morning 490 miles from home and realized that a transition had taken place. This transition wasn’t about traveling. It was a realization that had sunk…

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