John said he wanted to go to the therapist by himself yesterday and he says he spent most of the time in tears. That his aunt had to go back to the nursing home makes it so much more uncertain that she will be able to continue to live the way she has been living. And that reminds him of the death of his father when he was in high school and of his mother (from injuries sustained in an auto accident) when he was in college.
I'm thinking of going onto an antidepressant myself. House renovations and then moving this summer, and putting this house on the market, seem like more than I can bear. And we may well have to deal with Aunt Florence's stuff as well. She is now wondering if she should move to the assisted living section of her retirement community, which would mean she would have room for much less.