….the valet parking attendant at the hospital knows you by your first name.
Dad is in the hospital this week. Two weeks ago it was mom. Between the two of them, I’m getting to know the cafeteria food at the hospital all too well.
I remember years ago both of them saying how much they wouldn’t want to be old and sick and a burden when they got old. Oh well. We don’t control what happens to us, so they linger on and on. I feel so bad for them, and I have to say, I feel bad for me, too. And for my brother. Everything in our lives is on hold. We love our parents and will do what needs to be done. But this hospital, caregiver, PT, OT stuff and all the rest is getting old. Very, very old.