Both of my parents were children of the Great Depression, and having lived through that time, they both knew how to make the most out of a rough situation. It is hell to watch a loved one slowly die and at first you feel powerless about the situation. As one person wrote on this website, you feel like you have a dark cloud over you as you try to carry on with life despite this disease.
This is true. A good family friend helped build a ramp to the back door of the house, and other friends showed up and took care of this task or that task. Everyone started pitching in to help the woman, who helped so many during her life. If one of my Mom's friend came on hard times, she would hand them a check and never ask for anything back.
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She would stop by and bring groceries to someone, who couldn't afford food or help someone who was going through a rough spell. Our family is small and where we didn't have any family nearby, we had friends, who became like family and stuck together to support my Mom. My Mom saved my Dad's life when they first got married. He was an alcoholic and as he says would have drank himself to death. My Mom stopped that habit and changed his life around.
- AMYOTROPHIC LATERAL SCLEROSIS (ALS)
Dad took care of her night and day and never left her side through the good fight. Mom bravely fought ALS, and she was surrounded by friends and family in her last moments on this Earth.
About a year after my Mom's passing, my wife and I were blessed with the birth of our first child, a little girl, who resembles my Mom in many ways. I know in my heart my Mom sent her to us and has been busy working on the other side. We think now is a good time to share these articles again.
If your dad is no longer with you, then you will no doubt identify with the authors.
Remembering Dads Gone By
If you are lucky enough to still have your dad, they will remind you to make the most of the time you have together. When I went home to visit, we would spend time together, but he would eventually drift off to be alone with his thoughts. It was just Dad being Dad. As I sat in a hospital room in Braselton, Ga.
Read the full story. For anyone whose father has died, finishing the sentence is apt to be easier than reciting the alphabet. It begins:. I have been doing it my entire adult life.
I love you both. Sixty-seven years ago today, my mother and father got married in a Brooklyn restaurant.
Christmas Eve was the only night they could afford. The owner gave them a deal. In a culture that teaches us that texts, words of affirmation, gift cards, money and flowers are appropriate responses to death, I really should have felt grateful, but I felt angry that one would assume that anyone would feel the same way I was feeling in that very moment. Notify me of follow-up comments by email.
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