Friday, June 20, 2025

The Sandwich Generation

We had the opportunity to visit with my parents this past weekend for Father's Day.  When we moved to south Texas, they were part of the reason we accepted the position and made the move.  We are about 3 hours from them now, whereas, we were 10 hours away when we were in the Canyon/Amarillo area.  

My mom, though not officially diagnosed, has dementia or Alzheimer's.  She has absolutely no short term memory and has had significant personality changes in the past several years.  We had noticed it several years ago, but after their fiasco with the cruise they were on last February, it accelerated the progression.  My dad has macular degeneration so is unable to drive, thus making it a challenge for them to get to appointments or even just go to the grocery store.  Fortunately, my mom had the forethought to take out long term care insurance several years ago.  Now they are utilizing this to have in home care 6 days a week to help with light housekeeping, grocery shopping, and travel to doctor's appointments.  The ladies who come are very special and have a calling!  I do not handle it well and come away feeling so guilty because of my frustration and often times, impatience with her and the things she says.  My dad lives with it 24/7 and does just about everything for her.  He can see enough that he cooks or finds things for them to eat, can still help her up and down (her mobility is extremely limited and she is now on a walker), and gets her dressed every morning, helps her to bed every night, and does all their laundry. She is quite belligerent, has shown some aggression to him and to one of the ladies that comes each day, and says hateful and hurtful things to my dad all day long.  He gets impatient but still works hard to do whatever she may need.  And when he does get impatient, he feels very guilty about feeling that way.  They used to tease each other and pick at each other.  She could give it right back to him, when he did that.  Now she gets mad and accuses him of not caring about her at all!  I didn't realize how many things get lost when the brain loses so much of the personality of the person.  She has no concept of time - passage of time or even what time of day it is, no ability to cope with pain, and is not the woman who raised 4 children, worked all of her life, and moved frequently with us as my dad's job required.  She snacks all day long, thinking she hasn't eaten at all.  Funny but sad story - I brought Christmas cookies to them and she ate a dozen of them throughout the day, never realizing she had just had one.  As of now, she does still remember us most of the time.  The hardest conversation occurred this past week when my dad asked me to call.  When I did, he told me that Mom had asked for my sister's phone number and why hadn't she called him on Father's Day when they had heard from everyone else, he broke down.  Dad told her we lost Shari almost 4 years ago but she didn't believe him.  When we talked, I told her that Shari passed away in September of 2021, not too long after they had been at our home in Canyon in July.  She accepted it but said it didn't seem like it had been 4 years.  

They will have been married 67 years in September and while Dad is not perfect, he does continue to try to live out those vows they took that day back in 1958.  He had just turned 19 and was in the Navy and mom was not quite 18, when they married.  They moved to Norfolk, VA where he was stationed and lived there for a time before he moved mom back to Texas to be near his parents and her mom.  For their 66th anniversary, I wrote a poem for them.  I had asked them both to tell me how they met and how they courted, as I knew dad was already in the Navy when they met.  They told me a bit then Dad let me have the letters he had written to Mom, and that she has kept all these years.  I read each one and truly cherish the people I met in those letters! (Just FYI - my spouse and I "dated" by letter as he was at Texas A&M and I was at Texas Tech.  I have all the letters we wrote to each other so the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree!)

I don't write all of this for sympathy or for pity.   The title is my way of explaining where many of us find ourselves now.  We are parents to children, who are grown and don't really need us, and grandparents to grands who are such a blessing and source of joy to us!  But now our parents needs us to be the "adults" for them and make decisions that are truly some of the hardest to make.  

A friend posted on Facebook that sometimes, even as adults, we still want to talk to or need our moms.  I have to say that though my mom is still here physically, she is no longer able to "be the mom" but is instead more like a child.  Dad does not want to leave their house but his ability to continue to care for her is definitely a drain on his mental state.  Physically, he is probably in better condition just because he has to get up and move more often helping Mom.  I can hear the depression in his voice every time I talk to him, as do my brothers.  They have both texted or called me asking if everything was okay with Mom and Dad after talking to him. 

The commandment God gave as one of the 10 commandments that includes a promise is "Honor your father and your mother, that you days may be long in the land that the Lord your God is giving you." Exodus 20:12.  That commandment is repeated several times throughout the Bible, either verbatim or in other verbiage but means the same thing.   I truly want to honor my parents.  They worked hard their entire lives and provided for our family to the best of their abilities.  Were they perfect? Of course not!  But, then, neither am I as a parent, wife, daughter, etc.  So below is my feeble attempt to honor them.

  

The Sailor and the Redhead

Les and Lou’s story

                                 He was home and in town on leave from the Navy.

In his sailor white uniform, looking pretty snazzy!

Hanging out at the local Dairy Mart with some of his friends

Enjoying the evening and being home again.

 

A car of high school beauties were cruising ‘round town,

Honking and waving to say Hi to all around!

Driving up and down the streets just having a good time,

The girls were dressed up and looking so fine.

 

The car pulled in to the Dairy Mart lot,

So the high school beauties could get a shake or a pop.

They saw him sitting there in that uniform of white,

They called for him to jump in and ride around for the night.

 

The car was full with no place for him to sit,

They tried to squeeze him in but he just wouldn’t fit;

Until one auburn-haired beauty offered her seat

Then sat on his lap and made his heart beat!

 

Of course, he agreed and they drove from Dairy Mart,

But the auburn-haired girl caught his eye and his heart,

They loved showing him off riding in their car!

As they drove, laughed and talked riding near and far!

 

But the young sailor was only home for a short time

He headed back to his ship with that girl on his mind.

The auburn-haired girl, though young and unworldly,

Promised to write letters that would make his hair curly!

 

They traded letters and oft had to wait

For a reply to the questions that made both hesitate.

The time seemed to drag as they were kept apart

By distance and time but true were their hearts.

 

He came home on leave to make her his bride,

And spend the rest of their lives with her by his side!

She said “Yes!” and had to start planning

For the day before God and man, they would be standing.

His blue eyes sparkled when she came into sight.

He was so handsome in his stark coat of white.

His grin was wide as she walked down the aisle;

Her lips were trembling until she saw his smile.

 

Auburn hair glowing in a dress of pure white,

Her brown eyes were focused with him in her sight.

Her beautiful gown was made of satin and lace,

Topped with a veil that framed her lovely face!

 

Their vows were spoken from the depths of their hearts,

For richer, for poorer, till death do us part!

And 66 years later, they prove every day,

Their love is still true to each other in every way!

 

Tribute to Mom and Dad on their 66th Wedding Anniversary

September 11, 2024

 

                                                     Their wedding picture, September 11, 1958

 

                                          Taken at Palo Duro Canyon State Park in August of 2023. 

Wednesday, June 11, 2025

In a Different Place - AGAIN

 If you know us, you know that you always have to ask us - "Where are you now?"  It is kind of a running joke with family and friends.  We have moved often.  I used to say the military has nothing on us for moving around.  So here we are again - in a different place.

Let's go back about 18 months.  Chris had been semi-retired but wrote his poetry book with pencil drawings ("Dust In My Eyes") and we got it published.  In December, a recruiter reached out to him about a position.  He told her he really was not looking but she encouraged him to consider it.  After some discussion, we agreed that he should at least talk to the recruiter and the company.  The company was Santa Gertrudis Breeders International and the position was as Executive Director for the breed.  For those who do not know the history, the Santa Gertrudis was the first breed developed in America and was developed on the historic King Ranch in South Texas.  The breed is actually one of the smaller beef breeds but numbers do not mean less desirable or lesser quality beef!  Santas (as they are known in Australia) or Gerts (as they are known here) are tremendous animals with the ability to produce great quality meat that is tender and delicious, can survive in really difficult climates, are in many countries around the world, and can rival any other breed out there.

Back to the other part of the story.  He interviewed with the selection committee via a Zoom interview, then met with the full board in January.  He was offered the position and started January 17, 2024.  We lived in Canyon at the time, I had gotten my real estate business started again, and we were pretty sure another move was not in the cards for us.  Ha - I am sure God was laughing at that last statement!  Chris lived in the Holiday Inn Express in Kingsville for about 4 months, other than the time he was traveling to events for the breed.  We found a home and closed on it April 5.  Chris camped out in the house until May when I moved down.  Our poor dog, Jake thought we had moved him to satan's house as it was HOT!  The heat index when the moving guys unloaded the truck was between 115 and 120.  But move we did.  We got settled into the house, found a great church, and met so many wonderful people, both in Kingsville and in the breed.  Many of those producers have become lifelong friends.

We had the opportunity to travel to Orlando, Florida for NCBA annual convention in February and got to meet and get to know some of the breeders there.  It was a great venue and an area we had not been to before.  There were a couple of highlights beyond the convention.  We got to meet and speak with Loretta Swit and Jamie Farr (Major Margaret "Hot Lips" Houlihan and Corporal Max Klinger) from the TV show, MASH.  They were staying at the same hotel we were and were both very kind.  We saw them in the restaurant of the hotel and tried to be discreet (no pictures) but wanted to let them know how much we enjoyed the show and their part in it.  I also got to have my picture taken with Chewbacca (or a close relative of his)!


Then we traveled to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina last April for the breed association's annual meeting.  It was a beautiful place and we got to meet a lot of the breeders.  It was a great trip and again, an opportunity to meet and get to know more of the breeders in the association.  

Through this past year, we have had so many opportunities to meet great people who are a part of the breed.  Some have been a part for a very long time and have great stories to tell about how the breed has grown and how some things about the animals have changed.  We have gotten to visit some of the operations and see how each one handles their animals.  Chris made it his objective to try to visit as many of the producers as possible.  I didn't go to all of them, but did get to visit some of them with him.  I love genetics, science, and getting to listen in to some of the discussions about the breed and what they can bring to a commercial operation has been awesome.  Some days I wanted to go back to school and get another degree!

I did get to try my hand at writing for a publication.  A woman here was trying to get a local magazine about the area started and advertised that she was looking for writers.  I reached out to her and we met at Starbucks and visited for about 3 hours that morning.  Now I am not the writer in the family - that would be Chris.  But I love seeing the things in the area and thought that maybe I could show the beauty through an outsider's eyes.  The magazine was called Kingsville Monthly.  The link will take you to the site where you can read previous issues but it is no longer a working publication.  I wrote for them under the heading "Kingsville Transplant" but never dreamed that our time here would be so short.  

March of this year, 2025, brought another challenge.  Chris resigned from SGBI and has now "retired".  But neither of us is ready to sit down and do nothing.  It actually drives both of us crazy!!!  So we are trying to be patient and see what and where God has for us to go and do.  Our lesson in Sunday School this past week was partially about waiting.  In the past, moves have always had a reason for the change.  But now, we don't have to be anywhere.  We can choose where we want to go and then find things to do to keep us occupied.  Just a side note - Do you know that there is NOWHERE in the Bible that talks about retiring?!  God has things for us to do, encounters that need to be made, and places for us to be to spread His Gospel and be His Light to a dark world!

 So this writing is part of trying to be patient and see where we go from here.  I am not a patient person and do not really want to pray for patience for fear of what that might bring - sort of!  But I do trust the One who created the world and all that is in it.  His plans are best and He knows what He wants us to do and where He wants us to be.  So we will wait.