I WILL DO MY BEST TO HAVE A FEAST COME THANKSGIVING DAY, but we shall see if I can pull this off. Making plans to paint the Dining room I had already started placing pieces of Dining room furniture and odds 'n ins into the Living room to prep the room for a paint job when my brother passed away.
Every now and then another piece gets moved. I hope to get the paint job finished before Thanksgiving. If I don't...I will say, I wish I had gotten this finished last Summer. The month of November has been a hard one so far.
October 31st my dear brother died early in the morning. We made our way to Kansas City to KU Medical Center where he had been life flighted the day before on Saturday. Walking into his Hospital room was not pleasant. He passed away all alone without loved ones about him. So much of his life was like this as he lived his last years in a HOME for the mentally ill.
This past year his health was failing as he was falling down more, shuffling when he walked having to use a walker and getting confused about the days. Being isolated during the pandemic didn't help any. This past Summer I was able to see him and visit. A few times we visited in a glass entryway with a glass door separating us. When the weather turned off better, we were able to sit outside to chat. He was losing weight this past year going from 160 pounds down to 123 pounds. He wasn't eating the best and dementia was beginning to rear its ugly head.
He still knew me. You know this means a lot to me when a loved one begins to fade with dementia losing a grip on reality. What day is it? What time of day is it? What month is it? Have I eaten supper when it's actually morning? How do I put my shoes on? Help me find my glasses? He was getting lost in the moment.
I regret that I did not write more to him. That I didn't send more cheery cards and letters each week.
Even though he had his covid vaccine, he got ill in September. He wore down from covid. Recovering slowly, he was having some health issues. It was discovered that he had a aortic aneurism when he was life flighted. The aneurism was bleeding. He supposedly went peacefully.
When I arrived at his room, he was lifeless. The expression on his face wasn't peaceful. It was horrible. Even though he had passed during the night, the IV needle was still in his arm at 12:20 in the afternoon. Why? Couldn't the nurses have at least taken the needle out of his arm? I was too upset to ask the young nurse why the needle was still in his arm. His eyes were at least closed.
He desired to be cremated. Friday morning we were able to view his body at a Funeral Home. 6 days has passed and the Doctor has yet to sign the death certificate. I am numb. David lived a difficult life struggling with mental health issues. Our family is piecing this all together.
He had paid earlier in the year to be cremated at a funeral home. We as the family paid extra to have a 30 minute viewing at the funeral home. His remains will not be cremated until the Doctor signs the death certificate. Sigh. We as a family are making plans for a graveside service. The week has been drawn out as we wait for that signature.
I worked on David's Obituary. Done. Now to get it to the newspaper on Monday. Earlier in the week I telephoned the newspaper for info about the obituaries and a death notice via email. The newspaper lady gave me the incorrect email address. His DEATH NOTICE was not in the weekly paper because of this. I was horribly disappointed. One more snag in this saga. Another snag.
On Thursday, my mom, sister, brother in law, my husband and myself cleared out his clothing from his room. Because he had covid in September, his personal belongings except for his clothing were being stored down stairs in a storage area. We gathered up his clothing and took them to the basement so we could sort through all his belongings away from the main floor where the residences are. There had been no hurry from the HOME to return his belongings to him after he recovered from covid. sigh. As if he wouldn't notice that his personal things weren't there. There were no photos on the walls or sitting out, no artwork out, no GI Joe dolls that he had collected through the years. Only his bed, dresser, a night stand, a upholstered chair and clothing were in his room.
We managed to work several hours before going to lunch at the CONEBERG INN in Peabody, Kansas. The dining area was rather large with a fire burning in the fireplace making the room cozy for us. Plus we were the only ones in the place besides a young man named Abe that was the waiter, cook and bottle washer. The really neat thing about eating here was that Beatle music was playing in the background. Abe said that when he is working there he plays Beatle music. One of David's favorite groups was THE BEATLES! We were right at home eating and listening to this background music as if David knew we would be there eating he'd see to it that we would be entertained as we dined. Mom's meal was on the house. Neat. We were able to talk amongst ourselves and hear what one another was saying as three out of the five there wears hearing aides. Can you hear me now?
We returned to the basement to work. We finished in the late afternoon. It is somewhat emotional going through David's belongings. His books, music, pictures, journals, artwork, clothing, etc. We did it.
Took each article of clothing that were on hangers off the hangers rolling the clothing to fit in boxes. He had approximately two hundred pieces of clothing. Clothing will go to charity except for a few pieces that we are keeping. His furniture will stay behind for others to use. One leather jacket that David wore so often is worn out, but I could not bring myself to give it away or trash at the moment. It came HOME with me and I will keep it for the time being. I picked out a few Nic-knacks to keep and will store in a David box for now.
Drove back to my Mom's apartment and ate supper at her dining room table. Pizza from GAMBINO's. I have been dieting so I didn't eat the pizza crust on the vegetable pizza. Drank wonderful water.
I'll eat more selective as the days pass. For now, I am doing the best I can to eat mostly vegetables. Hoping to have a break through and continue losing weight.
I have a wreath to decorate for the burial. Get the Obituary turned in and notify some other newspapers about David's passing. Cemetery plans paid for. Make some programs. Prepare for the burial at the cemetery. Prepare refreshments for after the burial. We have been working as a family on the details. It is disheartening to have the doctor take so long to sign the death certificate so the cremation can take place. We cannot have a graveside service without David being there.
I will be writing a personal letter to the hospital and the nice doctor that is dragging his feet on the details. My 89 year old mother is just about beside herself. It took 6 days to get my brother's body from Kansas City to Valley Center, Kansas where the Funeral Home is. 5 days. We did not know if his body was going to be there to view.
BUT when we did finally see him, he looked well. He looked as if he were asleep. So much better than he did on Sunday. I did not want my mother to see him the way he looked on Sunday when he died. Without going into details. I know my brother is in heaven. His body stays behind. His spirit is in heaven. My dear brother had a very difficult life. Very difficult. SO difficult.
He is at peace now. We are doing our best to have a decent funeral service for him in 8 days. Lord, help us. Please make the pieces of the planning come together. David had paid for the cremation. There isn't a funeral director taking care of all the details for us. We are the funeral directors here.
I never dreamt that I would be.
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