Here I am in California - beautiful wine country - summer. This is a very trying time. My mother is nearly 80. She can see, but is legally blind. She lives by herself in a home she and my Dad put together 25 years ago as their retirement home. The house is two-stories and I fear she will fall again and hurt herself badly next time. Watching her descend the stairs is painful.
She is fighting her aging with tooth and nail and is in denial so deep that she is not living in reality. She has told everyone she is 68 and that I am 48 - I am 59. Her exact words, "I don't care how old you are - in Yountville you are 48! Don't forget it." My oldest son is 41 - she doesn't talk about him to her friends. Some of her friends dropped by the the other day and she hadn't even mentioned that my husband died.
She certainly is energetic for her age - she has kept herself in good shape. She looks great for her age - but she does not look 68. I do not believe most folks think she is 68 either. Most importantly, she needs help. She needs to be thinkng about independent living but won't even discuss it. If I bring something up that she doesn't like she will begin screaming, "you just think I am senile - that's right I'm crazy." She runs away yelling. Later she will come and put her arms around me and say how much she loves me and how glad she is that I am here.
I am beside myself. I am filled with sorrow. I do not know what to do.