I ALWAYS pictured my parents, who were very vibrant and healthy well into their 80's as invincible. I was convinced that one or the other of them would die suddenly and the other would follow shortly thereafter of heart break. Unfortunately, this scenario did not take into account that Pop's would get lung cancer and die slowly, in hospice, as we watched and that Mom would suffer dementia and not realize that Pops had died and she was going to follow.
So instead of what I ALWAYS thought would happen, I spend my days ALWAYS listening to mom ask where her husband is. ALWAYS agreeing with her that he should be home soon because the alternative is to watch her grieve for an intense few minutes and then say again "Well, I hope my husband get's home soon". You never know what scenario she will have in her head at any given moment but you ALWAYS know she has one. Her husband is at work, or at war, or travelling or just out for a while. Sometime's she remembers her husbands name and sometimes not but ALWAYS she remembers that he is a good husband and that they love each other very much.
Mom and Pops Golden Wedding Anniversary
They had 74 years together. That is more than many peoples lifetimes. I ALWAYS remember how lucky we were to have parents who loved and doted on each other and who showed us what marriage is meant to be.
By their example, I learned to Thrive at Home.