My mother had her feet solidly on the ground. She wasn’t a dreamer, didn’t believe in fortune tellers or the supernatural, but she did have occasional intuitions that were spot on. One of those intuitions was about my future.
As I wrote in my blog, ” Telling Mother” , she was very upset about Bo’s illness and my role as his caregiver. How would I do it alone? What would I do when he was gone? She worried and fretted. Her heart broke.
But a couple of years after I told her about Bo, she greeted me with a new smile, and as we sat down in her living room, I knew she was eager to tell me something.
“I have a feeling,” she announced. “It came to me last night. Everything is going to be all right for you. You will be okay. I’m sure of it.”
I could see the relief in her face, feel her relax. I never knew just what happened to make her feel this way, but she was right. A year later, Mother was gone and I was alone with Bo. I just couldn’t care for him by myself anymore, so I put him into a memory care facility — the hardest thing I’ve ever done — but after one terrible week, I brought him back home. It had been the wrong decision, for him and for me.
And when he came home, my friends told me I needed to get help. I was exhausted, looked terrible, wasn’t sleeping, couldn’t leave the house. It was then that I found Jon. I interviewed him, and we decided he would begin taking care of Bo the next week. But that changed. That same day I hurt my knee and couldn’t put any weight on it, so I called Jon. Could he start immediately?
He did, the next morning. I remember asking him, “What kinds of things do you do? I’ve never had help like this before.”
“Anything that you need,” was his answer.
He fixed my breakfast and did a load of laundry before getting Boris up, and that was the beginning of our lives together. A month later his home burned and I invited him to bring his wife and two children here to live with me. That decision worked out so well that we still live together as a family.
And, as Mother predicted, what had seemed impossibly difficult ended up all right. I found help and had support throughout the rest of Bo’s illness. Everything worked out and I’m all right.
The story of finding Jon: “Big Changes at Home.”
The story of taking Bo to the memory facility: Assisted Living Ended