I have been wanting to post an update, but was loathe to bump my own thread back to the first page.
A little less overwhelmed by the spectre of losing the house, though our solutions involve a lot of changes for the whole family. In order to continue paying the mortgage, my sister, mom, and niece are moving here. Getting my mom fully on board has been tough, but she sees the logic - why should they keep paying $850/month to rent when they can put their money toward home ownership? I hate that it requires uprooting them all and starting over, but it’s my sister’s choice and it’s what she wants, so I won’t tell her no.
Dad is being…difficult. There are 34 years of history between the two of us that help me to understand why he is the way he is, but for you guys I will just say that he’s the type who cannot accept failure, helplessness, defeat. He does not believe depression is a real thing that exists, and believes that self-control is the only way to deal with any emotion. Needless to say, his self-control is failing him miserably lately.
When I told him today that I believe he is suffering from a degree of hepatic encephalopathy, he had never heard the term and didn’t know what it meant. I explained it to him as best I could, that his emotional state and anger and sometime confusion could possibly be a result of the poisons that build up in his bloodstream affecting his brain.
That and he’s kind of a mean old dude to begin with.
So as of yet, there is no Will. There is no Trust. There are no set funeral arrangements, I can’t even get specific wishes out of him. That’s fine, I assured him it would all be handled with dignity, but I would of course prefer to do what he really wants.
We’re still short of money, but also still looking for solutions to those problems. Found that we’ll likely need to enlist the services of two different funeral providers. One local to handle his remains and transport him to the National Cemetery, one closer to the cemetery to perform the actual interment and arrange the service, military honors, etc.
Funeral services are gawdawful expensive. We’ll have to enter into payment arrangements personally with the providers, and then wait to be reimbursed by the VA.
Is anyone in the Southwest Georgia/Southeast Alabama area that has any recommendations? We’re limited here in East Jesus Nowhere, Florida, but I’m looking for reasonable and reputable in and around the Columbus/Phenix City area.
The VA has received his claim for service-connected disablity status, and it’s on the expedited track at the moment. We then got a letter saying they needed proof that he is terminal, and that - get this! - submission of any additional information would take him out of the expedited claims group and put him back into the standard claims group. They also asked him to upload the info to the Health-E-Vet website…which is where he got the information in the first place. Talk about one hand not knowing what the other is doing.
We’re confident that we will EVENTUALLY get all available compensation and support from the VA on his behalf. I just hope it’s sooner rather than too much later.
Personally for me, this is all very difficult. I am not such a good juggler, and some of these damn batons are on freakin fire. Unfortunately my health is taking a backseat at the moment, aside from basic needs. It’s ok for the moment because it seems happy to sit back there, but I kinda feel a looming presence - maybe from pure stress or exhaustion.
I am starting classes at TCC May 6th, I am pretty excited about it. The more I look into being a Paralegal, the cooler it sounds. Having that training will open a lot of doors for me, and I think I’d be a good fit for careers like that. Only worry there is taking my math classes online. I much prefer one-on-one instruction for things I need to learn, so I will be exploring ways to make sure I get good enough grades that I never have to do those again.
Dad’s bitter, sarcastic, sometimes cruel, and usually just plain ugly to people. He doesn’t think about how NOBODY knows the right thing to say to someone who’s dying. There’s nothing in the world that wil be right, and his loved ones are hurting too. And here’s little ol me, the only one here, bearing the brunt of it all. It’s hard. I need help, but there’s no one available that he’ll allow to come spend time here. He doesn’t want strangers in the house.
I’m holding on, taking things one day at a time. Thank you all for continuing to think of me and cheering me on!