My wife and I care about Mom and Dad, and due to Mom’s faith, as weird as it sounds, even though Mom is the one dying soon, we’re more concerned about Dad. As confident as we are about Mom’s eternity, we’re just not sure about Dad.
As he faces Mom’s end, his instincts are about as reliable as a well-used Cisco system – which means, not very. His current plan once Mom is gone is to move in with a neighbor we barely know because she has a room for him, and he doesn’t want to live alone.
We’re trying to get him to move in with us, because at least we’re family. But it’s a tug-of-war. At 86, it’s hard for a man who’s live in one place for over 60 years to suddenly want to move to an all-new area where the only people he’d know initially is us.
Ultimately, though, we can’t force him or make the decision for him. He’s of sound, even if of grief-stricken, mind, and so all we can do is encourage him to live with us, pray, and wait for God to move him in the right direction.