Man. Sadness right now. Sister tells me Mom is about 90 pounds now, Dad can hardly breathe and they won't ever leave NY. So. I am going to move back. I have to get my ducks in a row first. Probably next month. I will get a nice apartment somewhere close, probably South Hampton, and be there for them daily. I could go back to the house but selling it is on the horizon and they want to get a condo. I'm also too old to live with my parents. Lol. I wish they would leave NY but I knew that was coming. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew, even though Dad seemed receptive to the idea. He's a life long NY'er. I've lived everywhere. He's set in his ways. He has a routine and at his age (69 in August) that's important to him. I'm an anchor tossed in a torrent. I don't need roots. I don't need a stable footing to live. Some do. He's the most grounded person I've ever met and the absolute best man I've ever known. I can't sit by and let their twilight years be as lonely as they are.
Sue is going to do travel nursing in NY and travel between KY and NY. She will stay at my place when she's in NY.
Sorry for the wall of text but I just need to let this out. I'm not very connected to anyone out in the world.