tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489911025579199899.post8112940625823655193..comments2023-08-20T08:07:16.389-07:00Comments on ALPHAWOMAN'S BLOG: To Make A Long Story Shortalphawomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12788721975727895601noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489911025579199899.post-80369736852228134322007-10-08T13:14:00.000-07:002007-10-08T13:14:00.000-07:00The decline of my parents was a difficult time in ...The decline of my parents was a difficult time in my life. I miss them still. I miss the stories and the laughter and the scolding. I learned one very important lesson during that time ... to let them choose how they want to go. And when.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489911025579199899.post-76172023442411996492007-10-08T13:29:00.000-07:002007-10-08T13:29:00.000-07:00I'm so sorry Mary....I know what a difficult time ...I'm so sorry Mary....I know what a difficult time this is.<br><br>We lost who my dad was before we lost him. It is heartbreaking. I'm sure you treasure every moment you've had, and every moment you have left.<br><br>God bless you all...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489911025579199899.post-54164158720418146552007-10-08T17:30:00.000-07:002007-10-08T17:30:00.000-07:00My Dad fell in the back yard and it was the beginn...My Dad fell in the back yard and it was the beginning of his illness which eventually was luekemia though it was never referred to as that but in the terms of his blood cell count. Of course I am not suggesting your Dad has luekemia. My Dad made it within 2 days of being 83 and I would have been there for his death had my airplane reservations not been messed up. Instead I made it for his funeral. I hope I am not being an unwanted part of the conversation by speaking about my Dad's final day's except that they are so much a part of me now. He was not the vivacious person that I knew in his years during his illness but in conversation's over the phone that were my main contact, he was genuinely a thoughtful and loving parent. He wanted to make everything right in a way that was remarkable. From a strong minded and intelligent man he became a humble and forgiving and ready to listen parent. It brings me a sense of peace that only I know within myself. Your story about your Dad was delightful! A short story! May he make it long! markAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489911025579199899.post-58791002600535679142007-10-10T10:41:00.000-07:002007-10-10T10:41:00.000-07:00It is so sad to lose your parents. It's such a lon...It is so sad to lose your parents. It's such a long slow process. I am there with you in that too. My once so independent, organized, tough mom is like a little girl now. I hate it,bu tI try to be part of this new relationship. I am having a hard time.<br>I know just where you are coming from.<br>Love<br>MartiAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489911025579199899.post-27791666417358274142007-10-11T13:59:00.000-07:002007-10-11T13:59:00.000-07:00It is so hard to watch the people you once thought...It is so hard to watch the people you once thought held the world in their hands fall into ill health....<br><br>My prayers are with you.<br><br>Storms Whisper and Oceans Scream:<br>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489911025579199899.post-73933399126775007822007-10-13T10:45:00.000-07:002007-10-13T10:45:00.000-07:00At least you have great memories of your dad. It i...At least you have great memories of your dad. It is very hard to be where you are right now. Hugs to you!<br><br>xoxoAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489911025579199899.post-28643628692846784002007-10-13T23:26:00.000-07:002007-10-13T23:26:00.000-07:00 I've been there, too. I'll say a praye... I've been there, too. I'll say a prayer for you and your Dad.<br>Jude<br>http://journals.aol.com/jmorancoyle/MyWayAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489911025579199899.post-4058153367641253352007-11-10T18:21:00.000-08:002007-11-10T18:21:00.000-08:00AH ... my Mom is 90 ... never complains ... is not...AH ... my Mom is 90 ... never complains ... is not quite in touch with the reality that her pain (which she never admits to) will never "get better". Cannot understand that having led an active, diet-conscious life did not guarantee freedom from deteriorating health. Every day is so precious; my Mom is precious.<br>LOIS<br>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com