My mom is ‘slowing’ down. She’s almost 97, so I guess I should expect it, but I still hate to admit it.
In my heart, I’m 5 years old and she’s still Superwoman. In my mind I know that’s not true.
Before my dad died, they visited a very good attorney and everything is in order so my brother or I can step in and start taking care of mom’s affairs. The attorney said it would be easy. I don’t believe him. When I have to start using the power of attorney form, I won’t be able to pretend that I’m 5 years old.
We are very lucky in other ways. Mom’s next door neighbor is a nurse that would be retired except for us. We pay them for their services, as we should. If they weren’t there, mom would need to be in a nursing home.