Bliss was short-lived though. When we got home, there were 11 calls from the caregivers and my wife's parents. No messages though. Uh-Oh.......hard not to have the mind go to a bad place, wondering who is now in the hospital or worse circumstances.
The situation was that Pop was angry with the caregivers, telling Jessica and Brad that they did nothing, were not of any use to him. It hurt their feelings a lot because they are good people who work hard at keeping the parents comfortable, well fed, entertained, and the house clean. My wife, C., went to have a talk with her dad. She explained that without the caregivers, they cannot stay in their home. C. said that he sat there and seethed, saying only disparaging things.
I think that this was another moment in which there is a reason that we have been put together. We are now all on the same page with our truths. Jessica and I both love alcoholics. Brad works at the homeless shelter and deals with all stages of alcoholism. My wife is alcoholic and probably her dad is also. C's. mom has lived with a restless, irritable, and discontent man for her entire marriage. We are all connected by the disease. Together, we will form our own network to listen to each other, share our feelings, and work through the difficulties. Things happen for a reason. People come together for a reason. Nothing is coincidence.