When I was 60, I left Alaska on what was going to be a long vacation exploring the country of Chili. My first stop was in California to spend some
time with my dad, who was stil living in the house he bought in 1947.
He had some serious medical issues develop while I was there, so the trip was cancelled and I spent the next couple of years mostly in CA with
frequent trips to AK to take care of loose ends.
I never did return to work as his cognitive state started to decline along with his physical condition. He did wind up in an assisted living facility
(which he actually liked) but he wanted me in the house.
I had a good position with a company that kept me busy, and a couple of more years of construction would have fattened my retirement savings as well
as my pension and social security, but family comes first!
I have an older brother and sister, but they were not able to accommodate Dad's needs without major disruptions to their own lives. It was a
challenge, but it did bring me closer to my dad than I had ever been. |