Coming Home

My mother is a strong, brave woman. She set aside her desire to have my father here a little longer, and decided against the feeding tube. She said he wouldn’t have wanted it.But when we met with hospice, she couldn’t decide what to do. Tonight, after we left, they called and told us his kidneys are shutting down. We needed to have him sent to the hospital or choose hospice. My mother broke down. I held her and we cried. And then she thought of my father, the man she’s been married to for 58 years, and knew he would not want to go to the hospital. He’d want to come home. She chose hospice. I hope they can arrange things for him to come home in time.

My mother is right. My Daddy would want to come home. I am filled with admiration for her.

About Unconfirmed Bachelorette

Unconfirmed Bachelorette, a/k/a Ella, is a 50-something-year-old lawyer who wishes fervently she could retire from the practice of law and write full time. Never-married-childfree Ella resides in Austin, Texas with her three fluffy black rescue cats and two interlopers.
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11 Responses to Coming Home

  1. theoldmaid says:

    Hugs. Lots of them.


  2. gertmcqueen says:

    My thoughts are with you and your family.
    Om Santi


  3. gertmcqueen says:

    make sure that you eat to keep up your strengh for yourself and your mother….I’m thinking of you!


  4. tersiaburger says:

    It is a wonderful gift your Mom is giving your father. A tribute of her love! Hugs and good wishes.


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