The unspoken difficulties when a family member passes away
Exactly a year ago, I cleaned up my house, put everything into storage, listed my home for sale, and moved to Oklahoma to care for my mother during what we believed would be the last year of her life. She was on hospice and wasn’t expected to live much longer. Before I arrived, we had already dealt with neighbors stealing her retirement money, her car, family heirlooms, and draining her bank accounts. What I wasn’t prepared for was the condition she was living in. My children had arranged in-home care for her and assured me she was being taken care of, that everything was fine. It wasn’t fine. The house was filled with urine, dirty adult diapers, feces, mice, cockroaches, garbage, and overwhelming filth. My mother had wasted away to skin and bones. On top of that, dementia had changed her completely. She became cruel in ways I still struggle to process, and some of the things she said to me continue to haunt me. I had imagined arriving to find her bedridden and mostly unaware. Instead,...