On Becoming the Other Side of the Sandwich

When your time in the “middle” of the sandwich generation is running out We lost my father-in-law in October. His passing, although challenging, was expected. It was a slow process that really began 6 years ago when he was diagnosed with Parkinson’s. We watched helplessly as the disease robbed pieces of him from us bitContinue reading “On Becoming the Other Side of the Sandwich”

At Peace

I wrote my father-in-law’s obituary yesterday. Yet another task I didn’t expect to do in my life, but another ritual after death that must be done, and done well. He passed away early Sunday morning, just after midnight, nearly a week since the morphine was started. His passing was as peaceful as we could haveContinue reading “At Peace”

Last words

“Don’t do that!” These will quite possibly be the last words my father in law will utter. As his caregiver and I changed him after a quite interesting morning, he was clearly not interested in the extreme rolling, wiping, and donning of an adult diaper that we were orchestrating. As we turned him to theContinue reading “Last words”

Transitioning

It’s a fancy word for dying. Why is it that we must make up elaborate words to describe horrible things in life? This is how I feel about this word: transitioning.  My father in law has been in hospice care, in his home, for several weeks now. As Parkinson’s makes its last ditch efforts toContinue reading “Transitioning”