1 Year

I cannot believe the "year" mark came and went for both parents and I in this strange new life.
I still wonder what life would be like if I had not gone to my father's place that morning in March.
I am amazed at how they both are doing better these days- It actually frightens me. Never in my wildest dreams did I think that my father would still be alive- the only reason he is is because he doesn't have access to alcohol. "If only I still had a car" he says.
My mother seems to do quite well on Aracept and walks, ie: mental stimulation from company.
My father says they treat him like an animal where he is. I am not sure what he means but I think it is that they have restrictions on his freedom. He wants to walk down the road with no sidewalks (to the package store) and they tell him he cannot.
It is hard for me to decipher what is real and what are the perceptions of an innately suspicious man who is mentally declining.
My mother cannot remember that we walk almost every day and constantly complains she doesn't get out.
Meanwhile, I am exhausted and fed up with their lack of a life being dumped in my lap.
I know, I know, there is help out there I need only make the additional calls and appointments, schedule meetings and hiring help...........