tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951825325002946448.post7407892496660329413..comments2023-11-21T00:23:53.946-08:00Comments on just sayin': When the Child Becomes the ParentDiane Moodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16871508172916683674noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951825325002946448.post-22344815885367002422014-02-27T06:34:17.955-08:002014-02-27T06:34:17.955-08:00When it's our turn, it's our turn. The bes...When it's our turn, it's our turn. The best we can do is to man up and take up the mantle. It's the least we owe our forebears. We're not just to take their mantle; we will have to give back, out of decency and principle.<br /><br /><a href="http://ambercarenw.wordpress.com/2013/09/14/the-necessity-of-hospice-care-for-end-of-life-patients/" rel="nofollow">Amber Care </a><br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17743654064397705766noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951825325002946448.post-73517626300209484062010-06-03T07:19:41.207-07:002010-06-03T07:19:41.207-07:00Diane, your comments are well placed. The end of l...Diane, your comments are well placed. The end of life for seniors is hard on everyone especially the children. My 96 year-old mother came to live with me some two years ago and you are accurate - it changed my world. One avenue of assistance is finding a Caregivers Support Group. I initiated one at our church Forest Hills Baptist. It is intended to provide a place where people can be real about the feelings this caregiving role conjures up; provide a place of information sharing; and vitally, a place to pray for each other. That point of connection is very helpful in dealing with the massive pressures that caregiving can generate. Thank you for your sensitivity to this issue.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14832843540593391593noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951825325002946448.post-84536377453944722252010-05-31T10:59:19.469-07:002010-05-31T10:59:19.469-07:00Your blog tore at my heart. My mother spent most o...Your blog tore at my heart. My mother spent most of a year living away from my dad as she cared for her bedridden mother in another town. Daddy would drive there every week end and a few times she was able to come home. It was just the two of them and I know my dad was lonely during that year. After he died we moved my mother to Tulsa where she lived in an apartment, assisted living then nursing home. In the end she didn't know any of us. I think of her every day and wish the end of her life could have been different. Now I'm nearing that time in my life. My husband and I have made arrangements for our last years so our children won't have that burder. Still, they will be tied to us in other ways that will steal their freedom and break their hearts if they are caring people, and they are. I don't know if many books have been written on this subject but with your talent you could write one that would give hope and help to children who have become the parent.Barbara's bloghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14789889855265665577noreply@blogger.com