When I read your words I’m right there with you. Thank you for taking me along, into your world. Your heart positively glows.
Hmm, that just reminded me of ET. I swear I didn’t mean that.
Wow. That was…well I’m not sure at all what the hell that was. And yet I’m glad I read it.
Thanks.
You really are a gifted writer, your posts are absolutely dazzling in their brilliance.
As I read the OP tears streamed down my face. I know of what you speak somewhat intimately. Especially the nursing home thing, I could smell it and feel it all, just reading your words.
I am currently watching someone die hard. Running my own one bed nursing home in our livingroom. (Also fully bedridden and paralysed), I’m about 5 + 1/2 years in, at this point, I would tell you I struggle but it would be the understatement of the century. I’m okay with the work load, I’m up to speed with the pharmacology and medicine, the actual physical tasks I’m good with.
I struggle every day to find balance. It is preached to me constantly by people not living this life. I try to find it, sometimes I succeed. Finding a way to remain light hearted challenges me the most.
I read in your words that you found a measure of both balance and lightheartedness amidst a ‘hard death’. You give me hope. And sometimes, that’s in real short supply around here. A more timely reminder could not have come into my world this day.
From the very bottom of my heart, thank you.
Scylla, your story reminds me of those from one of my favorite books, Adventures of a Bystander, by Peter F. Drucker. Please take that as praise with a bit of appreciation thrown in as well from another that’s had time to reflect on his grandparents passing. You’ve said it well.
Scylla. Thanks for your post. You truly are a great writer.
Green Weenie ,to mean something bad, originates around WWII and usually after that with the military. No idea where it came from.
Thank you for that fine compliment (and everyone else as well,) but I’m afraid you’re mistaken. As I’ve explained the phrase originates with Sven Balooga’s ill-fated 1897 traverse of the Russian Steppes, which predates WWI by 20 years.
Good Job, Grandma Scylla.
Well done, Scylla.
It can be very tough for people to let their parents die. The only way my mother was able to let my grandfather go was to take a week-long trip to the Caribbean when he was on his deathbed for the umpteenth time.
Now, if she had left instructions like “The will is here, and go ahead and call the funeral home” the teenaged grandchildren might have had an easier time of it.