losing it a little

Baba’s husband, Al had a big old heart attack this morning.  Baba and Al won’t be able to live in the house anymore.  They’ll have to sell and move into one of the Wetaskiwin dumps they call “assisted living facilities”.  I’ve been going to the house once a week for almost two years to do laundry, strip beds, and help with a little cooking here and there, but that won’t cut it anymore.  Baba hardly leaves the wheelchair and Al won’t be able to do everything anymore, as his heart has just informed us all.  I’m angry that they’ve never packed up their house.  I wish they had plans, that they could have made this decision and prepared for it on their own steam.  I wish it wasn’t all falling on me, because, as I keep shouting up to the universe from my back 40, “I HAVE ENOUGH!  PLEASE NO MORE!”