Ultimately as time goes by I'll hold onto the feelings, but I'll be less familiar with the facts.
I want to start with our broken connection. I don't think we texted daily. But we texted quote often. Friday, May 27th was the last you and I chatted via text. That afternoon the kids and I dropped off some compression socks to you. You were experiencing a lot of leg swelling and pain, and I had some pairs for running. We chatted via text about dropping them off, and then I saw you that day. It was the last time the kids got to see you. You came down the stairs and gingerly came to the gate. The kids (mostly Brooke) were shocked at how much you had declined. That night we went over there to move box spring to basement. Ruth said you was not doing well and to not bring kids in (you were all in the car, we brought you with because we had a feeling it would be the last visit). We got there around 815pm and moved the mattress. You were laying on the couch, still chatting but definitely confused. The kids were aware that night (when we got back to the car) that they would never see you again. Brooke cried.
The next morning I sent you an article. I remember I did it more as a poke. I didn't want to keep harassing you. So I figured I'd send a link to a Dino discovery and you'd reply and we could chat. But you never replied.
Prior to that I asked Ruth via text how things were going, it was 8am. Just got a "we're ok" and "jean taking a bath" I prodded more. Was told you were "a little more lucid" but that "hasnt eaten much yet." It was at this point I send you the message, with no response. Since you were in the bath I assumed you were up and at least conscious in some way. No response.
I had promised to get an estate plan together and it was done. I got the attorney to come that night. Time was not only short but you needed to be of sound mind to sign docs. We went at 9pm and signed your Estate Plan and Power of Attorney docs.
There was radio silence from that point, so I texted Ruth at 420 pm Sunday, trying to arrange a visit with Karen & Jillian. Plans were made to come on Wed, and I was allowed to come help on Tuesday, which was Ruth's last day of work.
There were things between these two points, but when I arrived on Tuesday Jean was often looking for her watch and phone. Quinn let me know that Ruth had taken them both away from Jean because it was confusing her.
I understand this decision. But cannot believe nobody thought to maybe tell me I would no longer have any communication with my sister. Obviously others knew, like Quinn. This was the first sign of the inside vs outside mentality and the display as to where I belonged (clearly not on the inside). It just escalated from there.
