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Am I Done Grieving?

Kay w Chaplain

Thanks Max for the photo!

I still tear up when I think about my Dad. He died nearly two and a half years ago. As many of us who have a loved with dementia, we also recognize how much me miss them while they are still here. We buried mom a few weeks ago (Arlington National Cemetery takes around 3 months from death to burial) in what she wanted to be a life celebration. I think we did a pretty good job of following her wishes.

The weeks after her death turned me into a swirling dervish. I spent more than a week polishing nearly every piece of silver she had given me or that I purchased with her when I tagged along with her to an estate auction. I polished the corner display cases my parents gifted when they down-sized. I reorganized my work room.

About a month after my mom’s death, I had a dream of the mom that I spent the most time with. She was funny, tart, driven, and opinionated. I had a great adult relationship with her. When I woke up, I quickly recognized that I hadn’t had a dream about mom before the dementia for years. It was wonderful and sour simultaneously.

I’m moving through the stages. I’m starting to recognize how different this journey could have been for all of us had we known the ending. I spent nearly 5 years entrenched as a sandwich generation caregiver. It was so overwhelmed that I needed to roll out of my corporate job to stay sane. I found a healthy outlet in building MemoryBanc, but I also sacrificed 5 years of an executive income. According to AARP Public Policy Institute, the average female caregiver loses $324,044 in wages and benefits. My inheritance simply turned into a replacement for the compensation I would have made. I recognize how lucky I am that I even had that benefit–most caregivers don’t.

Had we known the timing, I probably would have hired more help for mom in her final year. I wish I could have just visited her as a daughter. We believed Mom’s money needed to last possibly ten more years. Most visits included follow-ups with the nursing staff on a nagging issue or concern, or a request to the community for a door-lock, painting classes, or just to get a sense of how they felt she was doing. We still have many voids in our system to care for loved ones. I hope to find a way to bring those services, and information about the options, to the families that need them. Focused. 

3 comments on “Am I Done Grieving?

  1. If I had known when the ending was going to be I would have hired a lot more help instead of worrying about dad’s money lasting for several more years. It would have been lovely to have had time to be just his daughter.

  2. I don’t think you ever stop grieving for a loved one: it just changes. Mary’s comment has got me thinking about my approach here.

  3. I so agree about having more help so that family caregivers can spend quality time with their dying loved ones. I would have done things differently in that respect as well. And ditto re: the loss of income. I lived off what meager savings my parents had when I had to quit my job to take care of my mother. I am now taking the remaining amount to pay off the credit card debt I accrued during that period. Like you, I know I’m lucky my parents had anything saved and that I avoided bankruptcy.

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