FAMILY HISTORY
Pat Nelson Hansard This was at Bev's house in Arkansas, Nov. 2010. It was a very difficult morning... one of the worst I've had. We were trying to get ready to leave for Florida for Dad's funeral. Kay woke up early and washed laundry - one of the things she still could do very well. The washing machine overflowed which caused Bev to fly into action before she was even really awake to save her new furniture legs from being damaged.
Kay's Pick's Disease took over and she suddenly decided she wanted to go back to Arizona and became very agitated. The atmosphere in the house was "charged", to say the least. I thought I would lose my mind... In the midst of all the discussion about leaving for Florida for Dad's funeral, Art decided he needed to "just get Kay back home" eventhough he had just arrived in Arkansas 36 hours earlier. Kay slipped out the front door and walked at the speed of a whirling dervish "to go home". Here she was in a strange city, running away. Art grabbed his shoes to run after her and I ran out the door. When I reached the end of Bev's street, I couldn't see Kay anywhere. Then in the far distance I spotted her trying to cross a very busy 4-lane road. My head nearly burst. I ran after her, but she outdistanced me at every step. I had left my cell phone at the house, so I had no way of letting Art know where we were. I hoped that a police officer would drive by or someone will help me. Then out of the blue, Art arrived in his truck, Kay allowed him to approach her, and he talked her into getting into the vehicle.
I walked back to Bev's crying all the way. Just too much stress, fear of Kay harming herself and agonizing over Art's struggle to keep her safe and keep up with her. When he got back to Bev's the decision was made. He put their little vinyl suitcase in the truck, told Bev and I they would not be going to Florida to help bury dad, and we had our very tearful goodbyes. My heart was broken... Bev and I sat in uncomfortable silence...
About 30 minutes later, Art and Kay walked through the front door. "We're going to Florida. I have to help bury Dad," he said. "We need to get on the road so I can contain Kay." A quick scramble, and off we went in 2 vehicles to go say our final goodbyes to our family patriarch...
The chaos and memory of this day haunted me for months. Decisions made and altered on whim... the rise and fall of emotion... anger and desperation in the room... everything up in the air... the thoughts of how my brother would manage Kay on his own with his poor health... too much. Just too much.