At 89, Mother insists on making her own decisions. Decisions have never been her forte. Rather than duke it out with her, her four offspring plan to wait until she is weakened by age or malady. So far, that’s not happening. She continues to drive–merging at 70 miles per hour–in her hometown city traffic in her Lexus. The car has a compass, which is good, as Mother has never had a sense of direction.
Texas requires it’s older drivers to test periodically. Mother keeps passing the tests.
She lives in an apartment now, having stubbornly and against advice, sold all the property she owned or inherited. The proceeds are gone.
She runs out of money and food at the end of the month. Her Social Security check arrives on the 3rd. Our attempts to supplement end up in the pocket of a relative who has a good education, is offered jobs, but prefers not to work. He stays several days a month with her. Mother believes his sad tales and hands over everything in her wallet, and in her fridge. When they are gone, so is he.
We are trying new methods of support–will share any that succeed–but are open to suggestions.