This song has been playing in my head so much the last few days. Since I moved to San Francisco over 33 years ago, I have not spent so much time in my homeland, as I have in the last six months. I was there in September for two weeks and I was there for a month from the middle of October to shortly before Thanksgiving to try to get some things squared away for my ailing mother. At that visit, I was able to get meals on wheels started for her and I got her to the doctor and she, at least, consented to restart her medication for hypertension. She absolutely refused to go into assisted living which my brother and I wanted since she is legally blind from macular degeneration. Her argument was that she knows every inch of the duplex in which she has lived for over fifteen years and she feels comfortable there.
My brother and his wife, have, just recently, sold their Florida home and, thankfully, have moved back to the Atlanta area so they are, at least, only a three hour drive from my mother. They would like her to go into assisted living in an area near them. They cannot have her live with them for various reasons. That is what I am hoping to accomplish this trip but it will be a battle. There is no question that my mother is becoming increasing confused. She just celebrated her 86th birthday on the 30th of January.
I fly out of San Francisco at 7:30AM on February 17th and return on March 10th. I will try to keep up with my blog and following yours and commenting as much as I possibly can, whenever I can. Please bear with me as I know you will. I'll miss you all, that's for sure and I could sure use prayers, on my behalf and on my mother's, to whatever deities you worship.