I see it's been almost two years since I blogged last.
Since then, so much has changed. My mother in law's health continued to decline and she eventually lost her battle to stay with her Bil. She passed away in late 2018.
But before then, Bil had gone into what New York calls supportive housing. It is through an agency that provides other support services for him. He lives, not in what used to be called a group home (those facilities now are more like assisted living apartments, and the one we saw while looking for Bil's housing was occupied by frail, older disabled people) but an apartment he shares with another disabled man. Each of them have their own bedroom. They are required to cook for themselves, and clean. Bil still doesn't like to cook, and he refuses to clean, a story for another time.
He will never be independent. And I worry, about changing times which may cut the support that he now has.
There would have been so much to write about, if only I had the energy. I could wish I had an online diary for the last 18 months or so, but I don't.
Life is an unknown journey for all of us, be it Bil, or Bil's siblings, or me.
Now Bil is in his sixth decade. The world is changing, and because he loves to watch news programs, he knows it.
Will I continue his story?
Maybe.
I may even insert a little of my own story.
It will depend on how life goes.
Stay tuned.
