Mom asks where Dad is over and over again. We have tried telling her the "cliff notes" version of his death which she accepts after being upset. Then later in the same conversation, she asks where he is again. We have also tried telling her he is on a business trip to which she gets angry (and stays angry) that he hasn't called her. Is there a "better" way to handle this?
The business trip idea is good but if he was the type of person who rarely, if ever, called home [my sig other is like that] then Mom would be angry, I know I would. Think of another reason that you know your Mom wouldn't be angry that he didn't call, like he is busy helping a neighbor, or he's down the street watching football with a friend.
I wonder if the explanations you are giving do work, it's just that she forgets what you said, so she keeps asking.
I tell my wife that Sal is with Jesus and that one day we will be with her. That she is waiting for us. My wife smiles and seems to be very happy with this thought.
I am happy with this too.
All of these "errands" take a while but do not require being gone overnight like a business trip would so you would not expect a call from someone.
Then redirect the conversation.
If she asks again in a while just say he has not returned. When she asks a third time just repeat that he is on an errand. Do not say he will return or give a time he will be back. Like he will be back in an hour.
Each time you tell your Mom that he has died she will feel the death as if it is the first time.
There is no need for her to hear that your dad has long since passed away. Simply discus happy memories and say he's away on a long business engagement or some other adventure.
So you and I have very different approaches to how we treat our loved ones. I follow my mom's example. I try not to make interactions about what makes me feel good (telling the truth) but about what will be best for them (hearing something comforting).
Truth is good. Compassion is better. But then, I am not a Christian.
I remember when my grandfather was in his last days, he thought they had rented a house from the Indians and after they moved out someone trashed the kitchen. He believed he Indians were in the street going to hurt him and my grandmother. He cried and cried, because he was bedridden and helpless.
The De Baca County (New Mexico) Sheriff, wrote Granddad a letter telling him he had talked to the Indians and they understood that he hadn't caused the damage. Every time he would start up that nightmare, my grandmother would pull the letter out of the nightstand and read it to him. He would calm right down. How loving that elected official was to my grandfather.
Another time, he thought the Red Mare was hitched to the wagon full of hogs, she was tied up to a hitching post and no one would help them and they were thirsty and hungry. Again he cried, It didn't matter what we said, he believed they were suffering outside.
My Uncle Tut, came up from Texas and said in his Texas Twang, "Why Perry, I sold those hogs, all except one which we butchered and put in the freezer. And I put the Red Mare out in the back pasture". Granddad never mentioned it again.
Tell me how that hurt him or my Uncle Tut's chances of getting into heaven? I don't believe it did.
Anyway, my heart goes out to you, I hope you can find peace in your heart.
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She asks me when they will be back.
Who is that, Ma?
Your dad and his friends. They went fishing.
Oh, well, I haven't heard when they'll be back. But I sure hope they catch a lot of fish. I remember the fish fries we used to have ... [off on a different memory].
Ma is content, and happy to think about a pleasant time in the past.
OR I could have handled it this way:
Who is that, Ma?
Your dad and his friends. They went fishing.
Mother! Dad died 17 years ago. Most of his friends are dead. He is not fishing. He is never coming back.
Oh no! He can't be dead! We had dinner last night. Oh, this is terrible! Why didn't anyone tell me? It can't be true. etc.
Mother, if you can't accept the truth, that is your problem. I'm leaving now.
Good grief. To me there is absolutely no contest between these two approaches.