Managed to forget Friday's frustration of the truck dying on us out of the blue. It leads to complications this week.
I worry about my Dad going to a funeral this week, box it up, and set it aside. There's only so much. We'll stay with my mom during the midday; my sister will come by to do her Mom whispering. Mom's let me help a little with bodily functions, but she doesn't easily do that.
I arranged a gift for a colleague whose aunt died in a horrific mess of incompetence involving failed transport to dialysis from a nursing home because insurance paperwork failures and transport companies that won't comply with COVID testing requirements of the nursing home. I'm pretty sure that there was a good dose of racism plus little valuing of a larger, older woman with diabetes complications. Because my colleague has to provide near 24 hour care for her mother (stroke and dementia) she couldn't be an in person advocate for her aunt, some hours away. And the communication back to her about failures in transport came far too late.