I am blessed to still have both my parents. They are both 87 years old. They live independently, but Mom has become the caregiver. She cares for Daddy in most all ways now. He has good days and bad days. This weekend was good.
Daddy was a Marine serving in WW2 and the Korea War. He also served the public as an Indiana State Policeman for 30 years, then a school bus driver, and finally a tour bus driver until age 72. Mom was a school teacher. She started teaching in a one-room school in Tennessee when she was 18. She taught for 37 years, retiring as a third grade teacher. Upon retirement, Dad and Mom traveled all over the US on the bus tours. Mom would say she could go free as she just slept with the bus driver. They retired and lived in FL in a retirement park during the winters. What fun years!
Right now we are day by day trying to decide the next best step. Do they go into assisted living or move in with us? I'm hoping for the latter. In their last good years, I'd love to have them here. Time will tell. Decisions to be made.
Dad often quips, "Growing old is not for the faint of heart."
Growing more precious every day are my parents.