One of the relatives down there will be 107 years old early next year. She lived with her son, who took care of her.
Yesterday, the son, who was in his early 70's, died suddenly. We had last seen him at my mother in law's funeral.
Now, he's gone, too.
And at the funeral home, I spoke to one of my husband's cousins, who had cared for her recently deceased husband (dementia) for years, and wrecked her health in the process.
The path of a caregiver is a hard one. The caregiver doesn't take care of him or herself, sometimes with tragic results.
Recently, our office of aging reached out to me because I had been unable to attend a "focus group" on what caregivers in our community need. I really need to answer that email. But, instead of answering their questions directly, perhaps I should just describe what is happening around me.
It scares me, thinking about who else might not survive this winter.