Old Age is Misery
I have written before about the misery of old age, and did have a reply `thank you` to the person who wrote it.
It is now June and the weather is simply awful, gale force winds and pouring rain, and cold but that is what you get when you live in the British Isles, but a little warm sunshine would make a difference.
My dear mother will be 88 years old on the 16th June, I don`t know what to get her for her birthday as she is housebound and suffers from depression. I have lost the way and feel like I live in a state of waiting, waiting from one day to the next and wondering what it will bring, how many people out there have wished that the mothers would slip away, even prayed but to no avail.
It has been like this for years and with each year that passes it gets worse.
I find myself sitting and staring into space, there is no hope of my mother going into a nursing home she gets so upset at the mention of it, accuses me of not wanting her, and the constant crying she plays the emotional card, which always works.
My mother cannot seem to except that her problems are age related, and wonders why she has `ended up like this`.
There are quite a few days when her depression overwhelms her as if she is consumed by it, and keeps saying that she is ill so ill, we have the doctor to see her, but at the end of the day there is not much they can do.
My mother grieves for her youth, she hates that she has lost her independence and has to rely on other to assist her.
She is full of resentment and hates it when I do have a family holiday every year , she is well looked after I make sure of that, and its only for a week two at the most, but with each year it gets worse and its always touch and go.
Thanks for listening, so many of us nice to talk.