Dearest Grouse
I've only just come across this thread. (I'm going to tell you something what others might find strange at the end of this post but please bear with me.) My dear father had vascular dementia and died a year ago. My lovely mother also developed vascular dementia at the same time as my father (over 10 years ago) and is still alive. I have 2 brothers - the younger last visited either of my parents over 4 years ago and my older brother visits around 3 times a year despite living only an hours' drive away. I have handled everything: care at home, care in care homes, dealing with the CQC and LGO when things in the care homes have gone drastically wrong, selling, clearing and cleaning their house - basically dealing with everything. I visit my mother every day and am still grieving for my father. My brothers cannot understand why. So - snap - we have so much in common. And in the early years I felt so eaten up with resentment that my brother's couldn't even be bothered to visit my parents.
Here's the thing - it's what life's about - caring for and cherishing other people. I don't really tell anyone what I am going to relate now but, call it psychic, I don't know if it's that, but when a family member has died they have always come to tell me that they are going. (My mother also experienced this when she was younger). It's so prosaic and normal - it's as though they tap me on the shoulder and let me know that they have to leave. You know how someone stands by the front door and shouts up the stairs, 'I'm off now - bye,' just as they leave in the morning? It's like that.
When my father died it didn't happened like that. I had a dream that he was shouting at people, 'For God's sake let her sleep! She's exhausted - she's been through enough.' I eventually woke at 3 am to find that both the landline and my mobile had been called five times each. Normally a very light sleeper I'd slept through it all. I got to the care home just after the doctor had left and before the undertakers had taken my father away. The following night my father came to me showering the most amazing flowers from the skies to the ground at my feet.
Since then I have felt sorry for my brothers. They seem to view life as a material existence which ends when we die. It doesn't.
And if life is some sort of a test, believe me you have passed with flying colours. Your mum knows that.
Now I've read this all back it sounds really weird! I'm glad this is anonymous.
Sending you lots of love, you are the lucky one not the empty materialist who is your sister.
xxx