I want to communicate a few things that aren't followed by the response of, “I can’t hear you.” We are all gathered today at your memorial and according to the Buddhists your soul is still hovering among us.
My beautiful, smart, hot shot daughter is a seasoned Nurse Practitioner and Associate Director of Nursing for heart transplant program at a major New York City hospital. She is also witty, comedic and she keeps me laughing. Here I will quote her and maybe it’s a joke, “Mother, if you remain as difficult and grumpy when you are old and in need of care as you are now, then off to the nursing home you will go!”
Wednesday is her caregiving day. That’s not to say she does not self-identify as a caregiver on the other six days, or change her caregiving schedule if something comes up, but on Wednesday you can count on the day being reserved for this purpose.
I know more centenarians than anyone. As a group they share some basic commonalities, but individually they have interesting idiosyncrasies. Anyone who has reached the age of 100 has secrets which they will reveal if you are listening.
My friend Martha closed the loop on her old age care well in advance. She’s got that covered. She told her nieces, “Just put me in a nursing home.” She doesn't want to be a burden to any one. Who knows better than a serial caregiver.