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Sunday, December 6, 2020

JOURNAL ENTRY 129 Almost one year later

 Mom's birthday is coming up.  She would have been 93 years old on December 13th.  The second anniversary is in mid-January.  So since January, 2019 has anything changed?  How have I grown?  Have I learned anything?

Mom's birthday and anniversary will come while we are in a pandemic.  I am still glad she is not here to experience this.  The nursing home she was in was bad at giving the residents calls, so I would never have spoken with her. I would be wondering about her health and treatment every day.  Even if she were still in Florida it would be bad.  We couldn't count on some of the ladies to come by during a normal day.  Covid-19 would have made things worse.  I normally don't question God's acts and I am definitely not upset he took my mother when he did, especially during these days.

How have I been in nearly two years?  A little past it.  I still grieve for the both of them.  Like with everything, I try to learn from the event.

I am up-to-date with my insurance information (payments and beneficiaries).  I still have to legally designate someone to handle my final wishes but the people closest to me know what I want and that is...I do NOT want to be buried.  I WANT to be cremated.  I don't really want a funeral, but if I have one I would prefer a small memorial service.  Sprinkle my ashes over some place nice, preferably on the west coast.

I now have long term insurance in addition to health, dental and eye care.  The long term insurance is currently for two years and handles my care if I am disabled.  

I don't want to go to a nursing home.  Rehab, maybe, but nothing long term.

I am looking at getting a DNR and a DNI.  Right now, I feel like if I am going to go I would rather go quickly.  Right now I feel, if I manage to not die by a heart attack is dementia around the corner?   I figure I have to die from something.  Let it be the thing that takes me out the quickest.  The last thing I want is to be at some facility where I am a number and people take minimal care of me.  I would rather be at home. There are issues there too but I would rather that than be in a facility.  The future care thing has to be fine tuned.

I guess for the future I learned to prepare.  And this is what I am doing.

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