Sorry that it was your Mom's choice in asking you to leave. Not sure of her health issues but sometimes there is a personality change that goes with how an elder processes info.

I hope your right! Talk with on your profile.

My dad changed a bit at the time I had to become responsible for him before he passed - it's heart breaking and scary.

He may have not told you, but it mean a lot to him. That you took care of him. He got to leave this earth on his terms.

This I know, he had good days and bad days - thank you for reminding me.

I live in man land with hubby and my 3 sons, I get how guys work sometimes. They dont always know how to express themselves. But a look or a hug says it all.

So true, I'd always been able to read my dad - when his thought process wasn't clouded by age and infirmity.

Eyes are the windows to a person's soul. They tell you their thoughts, emotions and when they dont feel good. My hubby gets headache eyes, and have the nerve to tell me he doesnt have a headache. I dont listen, I go get a glass of water and some medicine, and make him take it. He knows I will stand in front of him, and not budge until he takes the medicine. He knows I am stubborn as the day is long on certain things.

Good for you and your hubby! Have the same stubborn streak when it comes to the well being of others.

Hubby thinks if he growls I will listen. But hubby with a headache is a cranky hubby.

Know exactly what you mean - I've learned to growl back with a smile.

actually growling back at him, makes him laugh.

Exactly and that laugh breaks the tension! Would like to clarify something, when I was responsible for my dad I was his go between for all things needed. So I asked doctors what would be best for him and followed their instructions. First, and it took time, I had to place him in assisted living then when he worsened I put him in the states best nursing home and this place he loved. But before then it was a serious problem as I lived two states away.

My Dad should have went to an assisted living center. But he wouldnt have any part of it. So he had a nurse and physical therapist come multiple times during the week. He rented the lower part of his home, and the renter kept an eye on him. He would call, when he had any concerns about my Dad. Luckily he saw him several times a day. But Dad wanted to go on his terms, and he did. I live clear across the country from where my Dad lived, but had sister who was 100 miles away and drove to him every weekend and holidays.

Have to admire a man that can manage to do these things his way. My dad could not be left on his own as he would go outside and immediately get lost. Fortunately he was a foster grand parent in the school system and they had his doctor notify me that now I needed to step in. Would have tried earlier but my dad wouldn't hear of it. The distance from his home to mine was 111 miles but I don't have a car nor do I know how to drive. At the time everything was falling apart for me - the man I bought our condo with decided after 6 years to just walk, we had both lost our jobs (the branch office I worked in closed) so I was on the phone getting things in place for my dad and actively job seeking.

Sure, but scary. My Dad was starting to fall a lot. He just have to go how side to get his newspaper, and feed his squirrels. His neighbor was close, and he checked out frequently to see if my Dad was outside. He lived near the mountains where mountain lions came down all the time. I feared he would fall down outside, and one of these mountain lion would find him. His neighbor forced him, to call him whenever he went outside so he could watch for him. Thank God for his neighbor! Poor thing, when it rains its pours. You had to deal with a lot all at once, bless your heart.

That is scary - can't imagine sharing a neighborhood with mountain lions. What a terrific neighbor - glad he was able to talk your dad into calling him. My dad had gotten to the point (right in front of me) of not being able to turn off his gas stove - scared me half to death and I had to talk into letting me try something which was just turning the knob the right way. At this point in time I got a credit card and would take certain non commercial buses every month or if immediate attention was needed I would fly there. On the bright side I struggled to keep the condo and now it is all paid for - took me 18 years and not one late payment even went hungry on occasion but am glad now.

I would have been scare to let him near the stove. Wow you have had a lot to deal with, but didnt stop until you finished. All those hard times paid off, nothing better than owning your own place.

Since I didn't live under his roof I had no control if I was not present. There's the rub - I still co-own, but it is a survivorship and will go to the one that out lives the other. If I survive him I will leave it to his two kids as he was divorced when I met him.

Darn all the sacrifices to keep the place, and have to share the place.