I took care of my mother for the past two years. On Monday, my time as her main caregiver came to an end. She was 95, and, as I was told, lived past her expiration date; but still it was a sad day. It seems so surreal....
Somehow I was expecting that I would immediately be able to sleep later and not have to go to her house every day. I thought that I would stay home and just clean my house for a change. So far, none of that has happened. Even when I get home early enough, I have to force myself to do something — and it’s not the cleaning I set out to do. I feel like I am trying to beat the depression.
I have never been through this before and am now overwhelmed with all the loose ends to be tied up — like cleaning up her bedroom, arranging to have the hospital bed and wheelchair picked up, contracting with the cremation service, contacting a lawyer about the Will, worrying about a memorial service (though I have tried to pass that on to my siblings, no one is making a decision...”It’s no rush” my one brother says....).... It still seems like my (much older) siblings are not doing what I had hoped or asked of them — to take over the responsibility.
I realize it has only been a few days, but how long does it take before you feel like life is back to normal (whatever that is....)?