After graduating college, I took care of my mother until her death six years later. I visited almost daily, talked constantly, shopped, bought medicine, read medical reports, questioned doctors, dealt with insurers, paid bills and generally tried to make her life as comfortable as possible.
After she died, I vowed to never place the same burden on my children as I age.
It appears that was a good decision. My daughter, Allison, and I were driving Wednesday and had the following conversation:
"Is that a hotel," Allison asked pointing to a large building along the way.
"No. Says it's a 'senior living facility.' Looks like a hotel kinda."
"What's that?"
"You know, like a retirement community or nursing home. A place for old people," I explained.
"Oh, you mean like an old people shelter."
"No, not a shelter, a nursing home."
"No, it's a shelter for old people. Like a dog shelter but for oldies," She said. "Old people should be caged up like dogs."
"Yeah, I guess you have a point."
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Wow, I see she's met my mother!
I would start by asking her what her definition of old is, and if she doesn't give you the answer you like, start hiding all the weapons.
I think she and Bully are in cahoots.
Kids say the scariest things. Lucy bought Doc and me an R.I.P. sign to hang on our bedroom door.
Can I adopt her? She sounds like the kind of kid I could really grow to like eventually.
Kids scare me.
Hahahahaha! Oh, kids.
The apple doesn't fall far, does it?
You know, most dog shelters are actually nicer than most nursing homes.
did your daughter read the new health care bill - the one that is gonna kill granny
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