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During Covid I had a letter from the company that declared me an essential worker. I could get out with my papers and go to my lab, stores, restaurants, locally. My folks were like so many, stuck at home with only critical runs to the grocery store. They had been going on road trips with no destination. It forced me to put a GPS/Cellular tracker on their car to know where they were. It was necessary since dad’s 90 year old driving skills and attention was starting to show. I eventually had to take the keys for their own safety. Covid stopped that anyways.

I started bringing lunch over from restaurants barely surviving on DoorDash, Uber delivery and take out. I tried to help out the small mom & pop shops and did over 120 different take out places in Federal Way.

When the company’s travel restrictions were lifted, I got back on the road. Then dad got a blood cancer that progressed quickly and he passed just before Christmas 2021. I figured at some point in time I would be involved with my folk’s care but thought I’d be retired by then. I built my house in Federal Way only a few miles away from theirs back in 1996. Is it an Asian thing or generational thing that our parents want to live till the end in their house? I will not put my kids through what I’m going through as mom spirals into dementia. She would do so much better with peer social interaction as we’ve seen, taking her to local events on the weekends. And there are facilities that have a wide range of assisted living social interaction programs.

I’m not sure there are silver bullets to handle the guilt.

“We do it for the kids” translation from the Japanese-Americans during WWII.

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