Moving Day!
Apr 25, 2021 0:49:43 GMT
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Post by craftedbys on Apr 25, 2021 0:49:43 GMT
This is going to be a long story, so I apologize in advance, but I wanted to share my happy news with someone.
I don't know if anyone will remember this, but back in fall of 2018 one of my brothers and SIL had convinced my Dad he needed to move to a Senior living/independent living facility. I was incredibly pissed because DH and I had been trying to get him to live with us and vented about it here.
The Peas gave me great advice and I accepted it was his decision and would fully support and continue to do what I needed to do to help him.
So he moved in early 2019 and about 5 months later me and my family moved into the family home and worked it out to purchase the house he and my Mom bought back in 1967.
Since both of my brothers live our of town (one 4 and the other 5 hours away), anything my Dad needed fell to DH and I to take care of. Dr. appointments, medicine refills, shopping for necessities, and taking him to church. I tried to keep them in the loop as to his health, etc, but got really pissed when I got criticism and no help or support from either them.
When the pandemic hit and his facility went on lock down we tried to convince my Dad to come and stay with us, but Dad insisted it wouldn't be that bad. Boy, was he wrong.
For the last year, whenever Dad complained about something DH and I would remind him he was welcome to move in with us at any time. The last year was really tough on him, he lost about 20 pounds and he was so incredibly lonely and bored.
Even though things slowly started opening up around here, and he could leave his apartment without quarantining on his return, the food and atmosphere did not improve and most of the other men he knew are no longer there.
It got to the point where whenever we would start to take him back you could see his mood change and tell he wasn't happy.
Last month DH and I had another serious talk with him about how much we would like to have him move home with us. Turns out, he finally admitted he wanted to move but when he told my brother just how miserable he was my brother was actively discouraging him moving in with us and kept telling him he should just get another apartment or move into a facility up near where he lives. (Yeah, I don't see my brother Or his wife doing the things that DH and I have done these last two years, especially taking him to church or taking him a home cooked meal when he couldn't leave.)
Yes, I was Pea livid. I don't know what bug about me my brother has up his ass but the fact that he would rather have his own father miserable in the last few years of his life just to spite me just absolutely pisses me off.
Dad finally decided he had had enough living with a bunch of old people and agreed to come home. He seriously had everything in his apartment pack up and ready to move the day after he gave the facility notice that he would be moving.
I have spent the last three weeks dismantling my sewing room aka the downstairs master bedroom and have redistributed all of my sewing and craft items to the kids rooms. Since they are both away at school I claimed some real estate from each of them.
Dad came over several days to help me clean out the room and move stuff and I had a hard time keeping up with him. He was a man on a mission.
At church last week whenever anyone asked him how he was doing he would tell them he was moving home and he had a big smile on his face. Many people remarked to me how good Dad looked and how much better his color was.
So today was the big day! DH had put the word out among the men's group at church last week and five of the gentlemen showed up and had him moved out of his apartment in about an hour and a half and it took just under two hours to get unloaded into our house.
We are so blessed to have people willing to come out on a rainy Saturday to move him. Although I shouldn't be surprised, these men have always shown so much care and respect towards my Dad.
So Dad is getting settled in and he even had a chance to watch the Cardinals baseball game this afternoon. Tomorrow we will be going to church as a family without having to make a 32 mile round trip just to pick him up (or the 32 mile round trip to take him home).
I consider myself so very fortunate and incredibly blessed that my Dad is still in pretty good health and hopefully we will have some good years ahead of us.
I am also so very appreciative of my DH for all he has done for my Dad these last few years and for his willingness to sacrifice our alone empty nest time for my Dad's happiness. He does so much for him and I know DH loves him immensely (DH's own father passed the year we were married, so he has had more time with my dad than he had with his own.)
If you have made it this far in my rambling, I leave you with this last tidbit of information: my Dad, who talks about "those old people" and who has me struggling to keep up with him when he starts working on something, was born in 1927 and will be 94 this October. You couldn't tell it by how he looks or acts!
I don't know if anyone will remember this, but back in fall of 2018 one of my brothers and SIL had convinced my Dad he needed to move to a Senior living/independent living facility. I was incredibly pissed because DH and I had been trying to get him to live with us and vented about it here.
The Peas gave me great advice and I accepted it was his decision and would fully support and continue to do what I needed to do to help him.
So he moved in early 2019 and about 5 months later me and my family moved into the family home and worked it out to purchase the house he and my Mom bought back in 1967.
Since both of my brothers live our of town (one 4 and the other 5 hours away), anything my Dad needed fell to DH and I to take care of. Dr. appointments, medicine refills, shopping for necessities, and taking him to church. I tried to keep them in the loop as to his health, etc, but got really pissed when I got criticism and no help or support from either them.
When the pandemic hit and his facility went on lock down we tried to convince my Dad to come and stay with us, but Dad insisted it wouldn't be that bad. Boy, was he wrong.
For the last year, whenever Dad complained about something DH and I would remind him he was welcome to move in with us at any time. The last year was really tough on him, he lost about 20 pounds and he was so incredibly lonely and bored.
Even though things slowly started opening up around here, and he could leave his apartment without quarantining on his return, the food and atmosphere did not improve and most of the other men he knew are no longer there.
It got to the point where whenever we would start to take him back you could see his mood change and tell he wasn't happy.
Last month DH and I had another serious talk with him about how much we would like to have him move home with us. Turns out, he finally admitted he wanted to move but when he told my brother just how miserable he was my brother was actively discouraging him moving in with us and kept telling him he should just get another apartment or move into a facility up near where he lives. (Yeah, I don't see my brother Or his wife doing the things that DH and I have done these last two years, especially taking him to church or taking him a home cooked meal when he couldn't leave.)
Yes, I was Pea livid. I don't know what bug about me my brother has up his ass but the fact that he would rather have his own father miserable in the last few years of his life just to spite me just absolutely pisses me off.
Dad finally decided he had had enough living with a bunch of old people and agreed to come home. He seriously had everything in his apartment pack up and ready to move the day after he gave the facility notice that he would be moving.
I have spent the last three weeks dismantling my sewing room aka the downstairs master bedroom and have redistributed all of my sewing and craft items to the kids rooms. Since they are both away at school I claimed some real estate from each of them.
Dad came over several days to help me clean out the room and move stuff and I had a hard time keeping up with him. He was a man on a mission.
At church last week whenever anyone asked him how he was doing he would tell them he was moving home and he had a big smile on his face. Many people remarked to me how good Dad looked and how much better his color was.
So today was the big day! DH had put the word out among the men's group at church last week and five of the gentlemen showed up and had him moved out of his apartment in about an hour and a half and it took just under two hours to get unloaded into our house.
We are so blessed to have people willing to come out on a rainy Saturday to move him. Although I shouldn't be surprised, these men have always shown so much care and respect towards my Dad.
So Dad is getting settled in and he even had a chance to watch the Cardinals baseball game this afternoon. Tomorrow we will be going to church as a family without having to make a 32 mile round trip just to pick him up (or the 32 mile round trip to take him home).
I consider myself so very fortunate and incredibly blessed that my Dad is still in pretty good health and hopefully we will have some good years ahead of us.
I am also so very appreciative of my DH for all he has done for my Dad these last few years and for his willingness to sacrifice our alone empty nest time for my Dad's happiness. He does so much for him and I know DH loves him immensely (DH's own father passed the year we were married, so he has had more time with my dad than he had with his own.)
If you have made it this far in my rambling, I leave you with this last tidbit of information: my Dad, who talks about "those old people" and who has me struggling to keep up with him when he starts working on something, was born in 1927 and will be 94 this October. You couldn't tell it by how he looks or acts!
