Not a great day
Tuesday, January 14, 2020
Took my dad out to visit one of his best friends, who used to be quite a presence, a real force of nature type of guy. But age and infirmity have taken a toll, and it was rather depressing to see how he's doing these days. My mom didn't make the trip, because she was feeling weak, and despite my dad telling her not to try to do any cooking, since she was feeling unwell, she did anyway, and we came back to find her seated in a chair, but with the kitchen table three feet away from where it started, a pot of rice overturned on the floor, and a piece of salmon on the oven, scorched black. She'd fallen, and wasn't really able to piece together how the fall had occurred, other than to say she'd just dropped the fish into the pan, and then turned, and...that was it. She was at least able to get up and turn off the oven before anything caught on fire. But it's concerning, to say the least. She denies being hurt, but I suspect something will be aching very badly by tomorrow morning.
Scary stuff, watching your parents grow older, watching their friends decline. And aging being what it is, it's largely a one way street (suppose there could be some sort of medical intervention that improves quality of life, like cataract surgery or a heart valve replacement, as one family friend is about to undergo soon). Heavy thoughts today, for sure.