{"id":1414,"date":"2012-01-26T05:00:00","date_gmt":"2012-01-26T09:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/?p=1414"},"modified":"2012-01-26T05:00:00","modified_gmt":"2012-01-26T09:00:00","slug":"one-year-ago-today-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/?p=1414","title":{"rendered":"One Year Ago Today"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-1jtvWC56KkI\/Tx_yQtnuJAI\/AAAAAAAADco\/XY3IHC2Q6dI\/s1600\/Love1.jpg\" imageanchor=\"1\" style=\"clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" height=\"200\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-1jtvWC56KkI\/Tx_yQtnuJAI\/AAAAAAAADco\/XY3IHC2Q6dI\/s200\/Love1.jpg?resize=190%2C200\" width=\"190\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;\">I can hardly believe it has been a whole year.  <a href=\"http:\/\/www.bootedharleydude.blogspot.com\/2011\/01\/memories-of-love.html\" target=\"_blank\">One year ago today<\/a>, I held the hand of my 96-year-old aunt as she lay bewildered, uncomfortable, and miserable in a hospital bed.  She briefly opened her eyes, and asked where she was and what happened.<\/p>\n<p>&#8230; a brief interlude of lucidity among the deep clouds that Alzheimer&#8217;s Disease wrought on her brain.<\/p>\n<p>I explained that she had a heart attack, and that she was being treated in a hospital.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;A hospital?  I don&#8217;t want to be here&#8230;&#8221;.<br \/><a name='more'><\/a><br \/>Gosh that hurt. &#8220;Of course, sweet aunt, I know you don&#8217;t want to be here, but you&#8217;re not well enough to be home right now.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Then she closed her eyes, and I thought she was going to sleep. Suddenly, she opened her eyes wide and reached for my hand again.  With strength I didn&#8217;t think she had, she pulled me close.  She kissed me, and said the last words that I would ever hear from her,<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Thank you, thank you. I love you.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8230; then she closed her eyes, dropped her hand, and stopped breathing.<\/p>\n<p>The alarms on her monitors started bleeping and screeching and making quite a cacophony.  I just sat there with her, and two of her caregivers who were there with us.<\/p>\n<p>Nurses ran in, but honored our previous discussions &#8212; my aunt had a &#8220;DNR &#8212; Do Not Resuscitate&#8221; order &#8212; so they silenced the alarms and left the room.<\/p>\n<p>I had made my peace, knowing that I had done everything possible that I could do to ensure that she was happy and safe in the last years of her life, up until her dying day.  <a href=\"http:\/\/www.bootedharleydude.blogspot.com\/2011\/01\/caregivers-reflections.html\" target=\"_blank\">I have many fond memories of this memorable time in my life<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p>The rest of that day was a blur. I talked to her sons who live out-of-state, and who made arrangements to come as soon as they could. My siblings offered to come look after me, but there really wasn&#8217;t anything that they could do.  I just wanted to go home and be held by my partner.  <\/p>\n<p>Soon enough, I regained my composure and strength, and moved on to do what needed to be done, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.bootedharleydude.blogspot.com\/2011\/01\/celebrate-life.html\" target=\"_blank\">to honor my aunt and observe her final wishes<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p>Dealing with death is never easy, but when you know in your heart that the loved-one you cared for was happy and that you had fulfilled all promises and moreso, then the grief is not as painful. Sure, I cried, but I slept well that night, too, knowing in my heart that my aunt was finally at peace.<\/p>\n<p>Life is short:  show those you love how you love them, each and every day.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I can hardly believe it has been a whole year. One year ago today, I held the hand of my 96-year-old aunt as she lay bewildered, uncomfortable, and miserable in a hospital bed. 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