Mom considered safe to stay at home alone.

A meeting at the house with a medical social worker today was uneventful and went well.
She was convinced that Mom is safe at home. She is going to help by making some recommendations for pill dispenser with alarm reminder, and phone ringer with flashing light. The nurse, after her second visit, was less worried as well.

Mom's doctor appointment went OK; cold less a worry than regular pill taking.

Doctor is worried that Mom might not regularly take her pills.  He is planning on asking a visiting nurse to check up on her.

Mom not great, but OK, I am fine

I am doing OK, keeping too busy to really be affected by much. Between work and paperwork needing done for the estate, and some other items, it seems like I have zero time.

Mom is struggling a bit. She is still adjusting, and realizes it will be a big adjustment. She is very lonely at times. I wish I knew how best to make it easier for her.

Funeral went well.

The funeral went well in my opinion, and helped Mom and I mourn about Dad's death and rejoice about Dad's life.  Thanks to all who helped, attended, and prayed.

Eulogy / Tribute to my father, Harold Abbey

Dad was not perfect, and made many mistakes.  However, I want to share some areas that I think we can learn from my father, Harold Abbey.

Dad loved Mom deeply.  Many of the health care workers got to see love expressed in ways that were not possible when they were both healthy.  When Mom was near death due to a stroke a year ago, Dad said that he wanted to hear Mom yell at him, because then he would know she was OK.  Dad cried out desperately to God to save her, and God in His mercy did.  So He got his desire to be yelled at.  Even in much of their bickering, you could tell that Mom and Dad deeply loved each other.  When Dad was ill himself, he fought the best he could because he worried about Mom, and wanted to care for her.  Even his cheapness reflected love.  He loves God, and wanted to not waste God's money, and he loved Mom, and feared that she would not have enough during retirement years. 

Dad was tight with his money for himself, but was generous as he felt he could be with others.  He knew however that money alone often can only make underlying issues worse, so he tried to be careful.
Dad would have spoiled me badly, but he did not have it to give.  He told me he was glad he did not have it, because he knew it would not be good for me.
Dad hated to see anything go to waste.  He felt he should not throw away items that God had given to him to take care of.
Even the items in the dumpster at the Hudson's department store, such as cabinets, lumber, light fixtures, and much else was salvaged.  It has blessed many of the family and friends.