He has had several concussions as well as chemo brain. He continually asks where she is and we are afraid to tell him that she is dead because we don't want him to be upset. She actually committed suicide and he is the one that found her. Every time he falls and hits his head, it scrambles his brain a little more. In his mind she was there with him a few minutes ago. What should we tell him? His reality takes him back about 20 years.
Tell your dad that your mom is out and will be back later. That's what I used to do when my mom would ask when my dad was coming home. It worked. He won't remember that he asked 5 minutes ago, so just keep giving vague answers. *hugs*
It's wrong to hit people. Would you "sin" by hitting someone to stop them from hurting your mom? I would. It's wrong to lie. Would you "sin" by telling a lie to your mom to avoid breaking her heart over and over again? I would.
I certainly understand the discomfort it can cause to lie. Shouldn't you endure some discomfort to keep mom from hearing sad news she won't remember over and over again? Is your soul that free of sin? Mine certainly isn't! I think that if Jesus were here, Jesus would tell that kind of lie, because he would not want to cause someone pain for no good reason.
But then he got into a phase where he started asking why his Mom and Pop "weren't here". My mom dug into her keepsakes and found their memorial service announcements from decades before. She would tell him they died and show him the papers. Each time, he would cry, re-experiencing their deaths over and over again.
After about 3 weeks of this, following my dad going to bed one night, I brought it up with my mom and it nearly turned into a knock down drag out fight. She was determined to "tell him the truth" and I was just as determined that she should accept he had a form of mental illness and couldn't understand on any long term basis what she was telling him, so he would keep asking and keep suffering.
It's difficult to have to tell your mom that she is abusing your dad by continuing to be stubborn about something so obvious. Of course, I'm not perfect, I had the hairs bristling on the back of my neck. Finally I said look, when he asks tomorrow, could you at least agree to do it my way and see what happens. She agreed. He asked the next morning after breakfast. I said well, Pop has a cold and they can't come till tomorrow. He said oh, okay, and went out in the backyard. My mom never told him about his folks death again. At least in that case, her need to be honest took a backseat to her desire not to make him miserable.
Thank you all for your incredible answers, I learn so much from all of you!