These words have been running through my mind on repeat lately. They have the power to make me laugh one minute and cry the next.
I have touched on parenting before in The Pride and The Pain. But it occurs to me that parenting comes in many guises. Over the last few years, the man I had turned to all my life with anything that mattered – good or bad, began to struggle, and as the tables turned, I found myself to all intents and purposes parenting my father. We managed pretty well for a time, the roles still swapping back and forth as Dad had good and bad days, but eventually we reached a point where he needed more help than I was able to provide.
A tailored home-care arrangement came next and plugged the gaps for a couple of years but eventually that was not enough either. I had put off the day when we would have to “give in” and move Dad somewhere more secure, but that day did come and finally, at New Year he moved into a local care-home.
Now as I walk through the flat that was supposed to be his last home (carefully chosen as a manageable space for the end game) the same words keep running through my brain on a loop – Elvis Has Left The Building. That’s the only way I can describe how it feels.
All the things which I thought mattered, the ‘essential’ gadgets I had acquired to help Dad manage alone, the treasured items my mother chose, an artist’s work, a family’s history, all the things that made up those lives are still here – untouched. But now they are redundant, meaningless because he has left them without so much as a backwards glance. When it came to it, he just went like a lamb, and there’s the rub – they are redundant because the only thing that really matters, is absolutely fine.
Elvis is alive and kicking, and ripping it up round the corner in the local Order of St John’s Trust care home. And he’s more than fine. He’s better than he has been in long time. It’s me that needs to adjust, and that might take a little longer.
So, the message here is this: to anyone facing a similar decision on behalf of a loved one; don’t be afraid. It’s a tough call, but do the research, make a good decision and roll with it. Decent elderly-care homes do exist and for some people, are the solution.
What I can’t tell you, is what to do with all of the left over things and all of the left over feelings you may have, you’ll have to figure that one out, but my suggestion might be: go and visit your loved one as often as time allows. Go to them with anything that matters – be it good or bad, and you never know – you just may get an encore.
“Elvis has left the building” is a phrase that was often used by public address announcers following Elvis Presley concerts to disperse audiences who lingered in hopes of an encore. – George Plasketes, Images of Elvis Presley in American Culture, 1977-1997: The Mystery Terrain.
According to the Alzheimer’s Society, “There will be one million people in the UK with dementia by 2025”.