I know I haven't been a frequent contributor to TrumpetBoards as much as in the beginning. However, as George asked in the another thread:
@GeorgeB said in Finally, I am playing a Conn Trumpet again:
Thanks, Butch. Hope all is well,
Cheers,
George
Well, back on May 15th, things WERE NOT well... I got "that phone call" that you never really want to get, no matter what age you are.
My mother passed away in the nursing home back on May 15th, at the wonderful age of 95. God Bless her, she lived an amazing long life. After my dad passed away back in 2002 (at age 80 from congestive heart failure), my oldest sister who is a retired RN from a major hospital in upstate NY was the logical choice to care for my mom. As the years passed, my mom slowly developed dementia and required 24/7/365 care. We (my sisters and I) made a unanimous decision to put mom in a nursing home for her remaining time. It was so heartbreaking to call her, as she wouldn't know who you were. Other times, she'd remember your voice, know who you were, and actually have a conversation with you. But then, suddenly with no warning, she would think I was my Uncle Doug (her younger brother), and she would start complaining about the cost of gas going up to .32 cents a gallon and that she needs my father to check a tire on her 1962 Ford Falcon... All you can do is just sit there, listen, and agree with her and think back to around 1964 or 1965.
Another seriously annoying issue is with my sisters (all older sisters - I'm the baby of the family and the only boy). They are constantly arguing and bickering about mom and her belongings. One sister (every family has one! ) is rumored to want to get lawyers involved to contest the will and do some type of shenanigans....
Sorry to post something like this, but, who knew that with regards to the death of a parent, the children start arguing over things. It's just not right!
Eventually we'll have the burial up at the family cemetery plot on Staten Island, NY City, where my family's roots are, since 1855.