I have officially become part of the Sandwich Generation. I have small needy children, and now I have a father who is dying, and it is not fun.
Dad has been a using alcoholic at least since his 30's if not before, and it is finally catching up with him. His liver is shutting down, he's bleeding internally, and I've been led to understand it's a matter of weeks, at best.
So: he's in south Texas, Zoe is in Florida, and I'm in the butt-guy state. Dad's cousin Chula is shouldering the load right now, which is made more complicated by the fact that she lost her own father a couple of weeks ago. RIP, Tio Joel.
So obviously one of us has to go there and help out. I want to see him and say goodbye. Zoe has the POA which she is barely equipped to handle, but she says she is going down there. Jon is still swamped with work, Emily has 2 more weeks of school, Max is absolutely the worst possible age/stage to take on a trip like this, and the anniversary of Hannah's death AND Christmas are bearing down on us.
Help.
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Oh, man. Can you let Zoe go down and then maybe you could go down there with kids (taking it slowly, if you drive, so as to manage with Max) next week or the week after?
Emily's school can wait, Christmas is postpone-able, and you can stop at Hannah's rock on the way there or on the way back or both. Also, you can stay here any time (even if we're in IL), and I will go over and spruce up the rock (no pun intended - but I'll take some greenery/ribbons over) this week.
I'm sorry about your dad.
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