When your father dies, are you going to do what then. Let's wait and find out how you feel about Jesus and love after.
I'm having a good time with my dad right now.
If his psychotic girlfriend would stop calling things would be much better.
We all die I.O.U. My mother, my 2 brother's, my husband, my MIL, my dog, my cats.
I been through loss and Jesus still loves me and I still love him.
Now this psychotic girlfriend......
I think she gave my dad food poisoning with some bad sausage and he ended up in the hospital with Ecoli poisoning.
He's on some heavy duty antibiotics which make him lightheaded and nauseaus.
So she calls breakfast, lunch, and dinner, I believe to get him worked up and make him ugly.
Tonight she was asking when he was coming home.
She's going to New York Friday to see her grandson. My dad can't travel and he's still mending. Still has a catheter. St ill having problems going the bathroom.
She says she don't want to be a nurse. don't like wiping his butt, and doesn't want to be responsible for his medical stuff.
So, if he goes back, she goes to NY or wherever.. then what?
So she whining, oh your not coming back? He says he has to get better first, but she keeps asking...
You don't want to be with me anymore? And he told her he don't know. He needs time to think about it.
That went over like a lead rock.
Always he comes with me to get better, he goes back to her and ends up in the hospital.
Coincidence?
There are no coincidences.
Don't mind my ranting, it's been a long day.
But I know things are going to get better.
I'm going to try and convince him to stay with me. Because with her, it's all about her.
She doesn't even ask him how he's feeling when she calls, just whines about how she's done everything for him and how she doesn't feel appreciated.
I'm thinking about changing my phone number, but it's really not my call.
He's going to have to make a decision and tell her like it is.
He's happy here, he eats well, he sleeps well, there's no aggravation or arguments.
I keep it a quiet and easy environment.
And he looks 100% better than when I picked him up at the hospital last week, but we're not out of the woods yet.
I'll miss my dad when he dies. Just like I missed my mom and everyone else in my family that's gone before me.
But I'm going to make what life he has left as comfortable as possible.
That's my mission.
And believe me, if it wasn't for my faith in Jesus and his patience coursing through my soul.
I'd probably be in jail for homocide.
I believe she's trying to kill my father.
And I don't want him to go back to that rancid environment.
It's his choice, but I believe he has already decided that he's home.
Hugs