There is going to be an avalanch of elder feminists and elder bachelors who declined the work of a family who will age out as singletons - lots of angels will be needed.
I think a home death is always better than a hospital death.
Hospitals are only for stabs, gunshots, and compound fractures.
Otherwise, self-treat, homeopath, chiropracter, chinese med, ayurveda, herbs.
The joy and misery all mixed together. Watching that act of kindness and love, knowing you are unable to do it yourself. Your poor mom. The pain overwhelms and blocks out the world around them, but every now and then they see through a crack. She saw James.
I feel so much relief at this point. I didn’t realize I was so invested in this story. But it’s not about me. Heaven was so much closer for your mother as soon as she got home, in her own bed, with family.
James was an angel sent from Heaven, naturally the hospital didn't send anyone along, do they ever? Oh, I suppose in rare cases they might, but usually just want to make sure you get off their property OK. I remember once after knee surgery, nothing much, they just had to remove the part of the kneecap that was crushed, they rolled me out to the parking garage, I convinced the nurse my driver was getting something to eat, and she left me in the passenger seat. Thank goodness for the lack of a console in the '71 'coda with an automatic 727 trans.
Such a beautiful, lovely act James was able to do for your mom.
Even amongst such heartache and maltreatment by so many others, God arranged masterpieces of kindness, in what James did for your sweet mom that day, and what you did for her all through her tribulations.
Your mom was a strong woman. She endured much. I’m so relieved she got out of that evil death trap alive to her beautiful and caring family. I’m just so sorry any of this has happened.
You too have been blessed with strength not many possess. It is the strength of compassion, of courage, of enduring love, of resilience, of boldness. A strength of spirit that cannot and was not broken. A testament to God our Father. Your story, your mom’s story matters to me. Thank you for the strength to be raw and exposed with this very private matter. Much love and blessings to you and your family.
Many blessings upon James. Family is important.
There is going to be an avalanch of elder feminists and elder bachelors who declined the work of a family who will age out as singletons - lots of angels will be needed.
I think a home death is always better than a hospital death.
Hospitals are only for stabs, gunshots, and compound fractures.
Otherwise, self-treat, homeopath, chiropracter, chinese med, ayurveda, herbs.
The joy and misery all mixed together. Watching that act of kindness and love, knowing you are unable to do it yourself. Your poor mom. The pain overwhelms and blocks out the world around them, but every now and then they see through a crack. She saw James.
I feel so much relief at this point. I didn’t realize I was so invested in this story. But it’s not about me. Heaven was so much closer for your mother as soon as she got home, in her own bed, with family.
God, that is so beautiful. Thank you Kristi. Lump in my throat.
James was an angel sent from Heaven, naturally the hospital didn't send anyone along, do they ever? Oh, I suppose in rare cases they might, but usually just want to make sure you get off their property OK. I remember once after knee surgery, nothing much, they just had to remove the part of the kneecap that was crushed, they rolled me out to the parking garage, I convinced the nurse my driver was getting something to eat, and she left me in the passenger seat. Thank goodness for the lack of a console in the '71 'coda with an automatic 727 trans.
Such a beautiful, lovely act James was able to do for your mom.
Even amongst such heartache and maltreatment by so many others, God arranged masterpieces of kindness, in what James did for your sweet mom that day, and what you did for her all through her tribulations.
Your mom was a strong woman. She endured much. I’m so relieved she got out of that evil death trap alive to her beautiful and caring family. I’m just so sorry any of this has happened.
I just bawled my eyes out, both sadness and joy that she was finally home and that James made that last trip to her room bearable.
Every single one of your posts has touched me. This one broke me.
Dearest Kristi ~
You too have been blessed with strength not many possess. It is the strength of compassion, of courage, of enduring love, of resilience, of boldness. A strength of spirit that cannot and was not broken. A testament to God our Father. Your story, your mom’s story matters to me. Thank you for the strength to be raw and exposed with this very private matter. Much love and blessings to you and your family.