Friday, June 24, 2011
To Victoria and Back
Haynes & Jessie spent the last 2 weeks in Victoria with my sister, Vicki, and her family. It's probably their longest stay away from home since the two have been married. They got to spend a lot of quality time with my sister and her family (mainly with their 3 great-grand kids). I picked them up in Victoria today. They were ready to come home. I'm not sure if they had too much fun with the kiddos or if they missed us and the dogs. Probably a little of both...
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Trying to Keep Up
When I started this blog, I was expecting to write about stuff going on with Haynes & Jessie a lot more regularly than I have. The truth is, between keeping up with their activities and those of my kids, there's always a lot of things going on at any given time. They've gotten past the medical issues they had as a result of their respective falls.With the exception of the removal of a growth removed from Dad's arm in May, there have been no other doctors' office visits except for check-ups. BTW, the growth was benign, but, it was rather freaky looking. It's a good thing he went ahead and had it removed.
We first started talking to Haynes & Jessie about moving to Conroe with us nearly 8 years ago. At that time the kids were small and weren't attending public school. In those days, it seemed the kids were going to Malakoff at least once a month for a least a week at a time. But our kids started public school in 2005 and their visits to Malakoff began to be fewer and fewer. We started talking to them again about moving down in 2009 and one of the bigger selling points was that they could attend our kids' school activities as often as they wanted. Mom had her wreck just a matter of weeks after we had them down to discuss the move and that got everything in motion.
Haynes & Jessie moved a year ago in January and were in Conroe for the kids' spring semester of school, which was just in time for concerts and contests. However, in the last 3 months, there have been enough activities to possibly give them more than they bargained for.
In April, they got to return to Malakoff for LaVerne Perkins' birthday party. While they were in town, they got to visit one of their best friends, Sybil "Sister" Cook, who eventually passed away a few weeks later. They got to return to Malakoff for her funeral, which was more like attending a home coming celebration. They got to see friends they hadn't seen in years.
Danelle graduated from Southwestern Assemblies of God University a few weeks later and Haynes & Jessie got to ride up with Danelle and her sister, Janeen, to prepare for all the festivities. Haynes took a spill while getting in bed, the first night out of town, and hurt his thumb, but nothing more. He found out later that he had separated the thumb, but at least it wasn't broken. He still enjoys giving a firm handshake. It's taken a while, but his grip is improving again. On the way home, Haynes & Jessie stopped by to visit Haynes' sister, Cheno, in Flower Mound so he could experience some tough love from his beloved sister. It's alway nice to visit her - if anything but for the stories she has has on Dad from when they were kids. This time, she told about Dad getting his head stuck in the spokes of an old covered wagon. There was something about a mule and being thrown into that compromised position. It's a wonder that he or his siblings ever lived to see adulthood with some of the things they did as kids!
May is birthday month for Haynes & Jessie. This year was a milestone. Haynes turned 90 years old on May 19th and Jessie turned 82 on the 15th. Their grand daughters, Jessica and Bryleigh, also had birthdays in May , on the 15th and 17th, respectively. We had a special party for Haynes and Jessie in Longview on May 21st and got family together who hadn't seen each other in many years. The itinerary for that weekend was a killer and they endured it like champs.
Yesterday was another milestone. Our son, Christopher, had his high school graduation on the campus of Texas A&M University. Haynes & Jessie were there celebrating the milestone with us. It was a quite a day, but in the end, they were there and were a part of it.
In the next few months, our youngest daughter, Anna, will be preparing to attend high school, Chris will be leaving for college in Denton and Jessica will be attending summer school - among other activities and events we don't know about yet. Haynes & Jessie will be right there in the middle of it. All we have to do is just load them in the car. They'll be ready to go.
We first started talking to Haynes & Jessie about moving to Conroe with us nearly 8 years ago. At that time the kids were small and weren't attending public school. In those days, it seemed the kids were going to Malakoff at least once a month for a least a week at a time. But our kids started public school in 2005 and their visits to Malakoff began to be fewer and fewer. We started talking to them again about moving down in 2009 and one of the bigger selling points was that they could attend our kids' school activities as often as they wanted. Mom had her wreck just a matter of weeks after we had them down to discuss the move and that got everything in motion.
Haynes & Jessie moved a year ago in January and were in Conroe for the kids' spring semester of school, which was just in time for concerts and contests. However, in the last 3 months, there have been enough activities to possibly give them more than they bargained for.
In April, they got to return to Malakoff for LaVerne Perkins' birthday party. While they were in town, they got to visit one of their best friends, Sybil "Sister" Cook, who eventually passed away a few weeks later. They got to return to Malakoff for her funeral, which was more like attending a home coming celebration. They got to see friends they hadn't seen in years.
Danelle graduated from Southwestern Assemblies of God University a few weeks later and Haynes & Jessie got to ride up with Danelle and her sister, Janeen, to prepare for all the festivities. Haynes took a spill while getting in bed, the first night out of town, and hurt his thumb, but nothing more. He found out later that he had separated the thumb, but at least it wasn't broken. He still enjoys giving a firm handshake. It's taken a while, but his grip is improving again. On the way home, Haynes & Jessie stopped by to visit Haynes' sister, Cheno, in Flower Mound so he could experience some tough love from his beloved sister. It's alway nice to visit her - if anything but for the stories she has has on Dad from when they were kids. This time, she told about Dad getting his head stuck in the spokes of an old covered wagon. There was something about a mule and being thrown into that compromised position. It's a wonder that he or his siblings ever lived to see adulthood with some of the things they did as kids!
May is birthday month for Haynes & Jessie. This year was a milestone. Haynes turned 90 years old on May 19th and Jessie turned 82 on the 15th. Their grand daughters, Jessica and Bryleigh, also had birthdays in May , on the 15th and 17th, respectively. We had a special party for Haynes and Jessie in Longview on May 21st and got family together who hadn't seen each other in many years. The itinerary for that weekend was a killer and they endured it like champs.
Yesterday was another milestone. Our son, Christopher, had his high school graduation on the campus of Texas A&M University. Haynes & Jessie were there celebrating the milestone with us. It was a quite a day, but in the end, they were there and were a part of it.
In the next few months, our youngest daughter, Anna, will be preparing to attend high school, Chris will be leaving for college in Denton and Jessica will be attending summer school - among other activities and events we don't know about yet. Haynes & Jessie will be right there in the middle of it. All we have to do is just load them in the car. They'll be ready to go.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Can It Really Be March Already?
It's been several months already since I came up with the idea for this blog and no sooner than I did, life quickly got out of control.
Most of our family and friends know that Mom & Dad had one awful holiday season in 2010. Mom fell in the parking lot of her church one week before Thanksgiving and broke her right hip and wrist. No sooner had we gotten Mom home from the rehabilitation hospital in December, Dad took a spill of his own and broke his left hip. Our family spent both holidays, Thanksgiving and Christmas, in the same rehabilitation hospital. Nothing can be worse than being in one of those places during those holidays.
But, Mom & Dad improved and came home before the start of 2011. They both had in-home health coming several times per week on their arrival at home. Mom's therapy ended during the first couple of weeks in February. Dad is still getting therapy 2 to 3 times per week. Both have made remarkable recoveries, so much so that it almost seems like that the events of November and December never happened.
With their arrival at home, it was necessary to find new furniture for their apartment. They had been sleeping in a full-size bed since they moved in. But, after both of them broke a hip, it became necessary to get them separate twin beds. We also got them new chairs and other accommodations to help them get around the apartment a little easier.
There have been plenty of challenges for our family throughout the past few months. Now that both of my parents have gotten better, it's become necessary to keep tabs on them. They're both eager to prove that they are doing better. Sometimes their desire to do so cause them to attempt things that are dangerous and unwise.
Mom likes to go on walks and is having to learn that she needs to let someone know if she decides to go anywhere. She's gone walking a couple of times without telling anyone and both times has gotten lost and has been brought home by strangers. Somehow we can't seem to convince her that Conroe is a bit more dangerous than Malakoff will ever be. She also doesn't seem to understand how important it is for someone to know where she is - in the event of some kind of emergency. We have to continually remind her of this fact and it may yet take some time to convince her.
Dad does not like using a walker and wants to get back to walking with his cane. His therapists have told him and us that Dad will likely never be able to walk with anything but a walker, due to his issues with Parkinson's Disease and equilibrium. Yet, despite these issues, he insists that he is capable of being able to push our lawnmower and mow our entire yard. He also was told recently that he is in the beginning stages of Macular Degeneration, a condition that may well cost him his eyesight - should he live long enough for it to become more of a problem for him.
I'm a little surprised that I was able to surmise the past 4 1/2 months in these few paragraphs.There have been so many challenges and our family has struggled under the weight of the responsibility for them. But, here we are, on the other side of the adversity we experienced and we're enjoying life again. It's a testimony to the resilience and tenacity of these fine people. As is often said, "when the going gets tough, the tough get going." In the case of my parents, Mom & Dad simply refuse to give up.
Most of our family and friends know that Mom & Dad had one awful holiday season in 2010. Mom fell in the parking lot of her church one week before Thanksgiving and broke her right hip and wrist. No sooner had we gotten Mom home from the rehabilitation hospital in December, Dad took a spill of his own and broke his left hip. Our family spent both holidays, Thanksgiving and Christmas, in the same rehabilitation hospital. Nothing can be worse than being in one of those places during those holidays.
But, Mom & Dad improved and came home before the start of 2011. They both had in-home health coming several times per week on their arrival at home. Mom's therapy ended during the first couple of weeks in February. Dad is still getting therapy 2 to 3 times per week. Both have made remarkable recoveries, so much so that it almost seems like that the events of November and December never happened.
With their arrival at home, it was necessary to find new furniture for their apartment. They had been sleeping in a full-size bed since they moved in. But, after both of them broke a hip, it became necessary to get them separate twin beds. We also got them new chairs and other accommodations to help them get around the apartment a little easier.
There have been plenty of challenges for our family throughout the past few months. Now that both of my parents have gotten better, it's become necessary to keep tabs on them. They're both eager to prove that they are doing better. Sometimes their desire to do so cause them to attempt things that are dangerous and unwise.
Mom likes to go on walks and is having to learn that she needs to let someone know if she decides to go anywhere. She's gone walking a couple of times without telling anyone and both times has gotten lost and has been brought home by strangers. Somehow we can't seem to convince her that Conroe is a bit more dangerous than Malakoff will ever be. She also doesn't seem to understand how important it is for someone to know where she is - in the event of some kind of emergency. We have to continually remind her of this fact and it may yet take some time to convince her.
Dad does not like using a walker and wants to get back to walking with his cane. His therapists have told him and us that Dad will likely never be able to walk with anything but a walker, due to his issues with Parkinson's Disease and equilibrium. Yet, despite these issues, he insists that he is capable of being able to push our lawnmower and mow our entire yard. He also was told recently that he is in the beginning stages of Macular Degeneration, a condition that may well cost him his eyesight - should he live long enough for it to become more of a problem for him.
I'm a little surprised that I was able to surmise the past 4 1/2 months in these few paragraphs.There have been so many challenges and our family has struggled under the weight of the responsibility for them. But, here we are, on the other side of the adversity we experienced and we're enjoying life again. It's a testimony to the resilience and tenacity of these fine people. As is often said, "when the going gets tough, the tough get going." In the case of my parents, Mom & Dad simply refuse to give up.
Friday, January 14, 2011
A Lot Can Happen In A Year
One year ago tonight I was in Malakoff, Texas getting things ready to go with my parents' move from Malakoff to their current apartment in Conroe. I had no idea how hectic and crazy that weekend would be. Christopher and I worked ridiculously hard that weekend. We could have used a whole other army of guys to go through everything in that house. We were both sore for weeks afterward. Once we got to Conroe, Mom told everybody who would listen how her life had become a whirlwind. Dad just seemed to take it all in stride. It's funny how quickly the time in between has passed. That weekend seems like just a few days ago.
In February, the only church that Mom & Dad attended while they lived in Malakoff gave them a grand send-off. That same month, they got to see their former pastors, Gaylord and Fredna Brown, who are now missionaries to Malawi, Africa and were able to attend their daughter, Shelby's wedding. Mom and Dad hadn't seen them since they left Malakoff in 2005.
In March, with the help of friends here in Conroe, we found them a new primary care physician, a nice young lady who likes to be called "Letty." She was the first "lady doctor" Dad had ever been to. On the first visit, Letty thoroughly examined both Mom & Dad and eventually referred Mom to a heart specialist. After a series of tests, the specialist referred Mom to another specialist in the field of arrhythmia and pacemakers. By the end of the month, Mom had her own pacemaker. It took her a while to get acclimated to the pacemaker, but once she did, she was acting more like herself since her wreck in 2009.
During the month of May, Dad got to take a trip along with 101 other World War II Veterans to Washington D.C. as part of the Lone Star Honor Flight organization out of Montgomery, Texas. A teacher at Montgomery Junior High learned that Dad was one of the "Battered Bastards of Bastogne" and insisted on Dad going on what would be the 5th and last Lone Star flight. On the day of the flight, it was all a grand spectacle. 3 charter buses received a full police escort from Conroe, TX to Bush Intercontinental Airport in Houston. The Texas Honor Guard, motorcyclists who are also veterans themselves, also accompanied the motorcade down I-45. Inside the airports, airport employees and travelers stepped aside applauded the veterans as they passed through the halls. Upon our arrival in Washington, there was another escort, to and from the Washington Mall. Current servicemen stopped the aged veterans to salute them as they passed through the various monuments along the Washington Mall and to find out what branch of service they had served. I was so proud for all of them and for my dad. Each of the veterans seem to stand a little taller on the trip home. Dad still wears the commemorative hat he was given for the trip. It's been a conversation starter ever since. Not long after the flight, there was a gathering of participants of Lone Star Honor Flights 4 & 5. Each veteran received a plaque with a Congressional Citation for their service to their country during World War II.
In August, my folks got to experience the mayhem of the start of school with 3 teenagers. It was hard for Mom & Dad to keep up where everybody was or where they were going. Band practices. Choir practices. Pep Rallies. Football games. It seemed like something was going on every night. I tell them what was happening and ask if they wanted to come along. They always did. This was what I was peddling when I asked them about moving to Conroe with us in 2009. They were in the big middle of it all and doing their best to take it in stride. I'm sure it wasn't quite this busy back in Malakoff and they didn't mind one bit.
Football season was a long one for Montgomery this year. They advance to the state 4A Division 1 Quarter-finals. Mom & Dad attended a few games. Dad joined me and Christopher for possibly the coldest game of the year, the Bi-District Playoff Game in Conroe. Temperatures dropped into the 30's by game time with a stiff northerly wind. Had Dad known that it would have been that cold, he probably would not have agreed to go. At one point, he said it reminded him of Bastogne, only he wasn't hiding in a hole in the ground.
November was also a month of closure for everyone. The house in Malakoff had been on the market since June and in November we had a cash offer. None of us had ever sold a house, though. And we discovered that there were a lot of loose ends that needed to be tied up before the house could sell. But, with the help of a motivated buyer and closing agent, everything came together. We were able to finally breathe a sigh of relief - just in time to get ready for the holidays.
Mom & Dad were looking forward to the birth of their 11th grandchild in December and visiting my sister and her family in Victoria. However, a week before Thanksgiving, Mom suffered a fall and broke her wrist and hip. The hip wasn't a bad break and Mom began to get up and around shortly after her surgery. Her wrist was another story. So, when Mom went to the in-patient rehab, their doctor gave orders for Dad to accompany her so he wouldn't be by himself at home. Dad didn't get to stay as long as Mom did and eventually split his time between the rehab and in Victoria. Just 4 days after both Mom and Dad had finally returned home, Dad fell and broke his hip, 2 weeks before Christmas. So much for all our plans. We spent both holidays in a hospital room. What a way to celebrate a holiday! But, we made the most of it.
So, one year later, everyone is healthy again and life is getting back to normal. So much has happened over the last year. It's really cool that we got to be together through all of it.
In February, the only church that Mom & Dad attended while they lived in Malakoff gave them a grand send-off. That same month, they got to see their former pastors, Gaylord and Fredna Brown, who are now missionaries to Malawi, Africa and were able to attend their daughter, Shelby's wedding. Mom and Dad hadn't seen them since they left Malakoff in 2005.
In March, with the help of friends here in Conroe, we found them a new primary care physician, a nice young lady who likes to be called "Letty." She was the first "lady doctor" Dad had ever been to. On the first visit, Letty thoroughly examined both Mom & Dad and eventually referred Mom to a heart specialist. After a series of tests, the specialist referred Mom to another specialist in the field of arrhythmia and pacemakers. By the end of the month, Mom had her own pacemaker. It took her a while to get acclimated to the pacemaker, but once she did, she was acting more like herself since her wreck in 2009.
During the month of May, Dad got to take a trip along with 101 other World War II Veterans to Washington D.C. as part of the Lone Star Honor Flight organization out of Montgomery, Texas. A teacher at Montgomery Junior High learned that Dad was one of the "Battered Bastards of Bastogne" and insisted on Dad going on what would be the 5th and last Lone Star flight. On the day of the flight, it was all a grand spectacle. 3 charter buses received a full police escort from Conroe, TX to Bush Intercontinental Airport in Houston. The Texas Honor Guard, motorcyclists who are also veterans themselves, also accompanied the motorcade down I-45. Inside the airports, airport employees and travelers stepped aside applauded the veterans as they passed through the halls. Upon our arrival in Washington, there was another escort, to and from the Washington Mall. Current servicemen stopped the aged veterans to salute them as they passed through the various monuments along the Washington Mall and to find out what branch of service they had served. I was so proud for all of them and for my dad. Each of the veterans seem to stand a little taller on the trip home. Dad still wears the commemorative hat he was given for the trip. It's been a conversation starter ever since. Not long after the flight, there was a gathering of participants of Lone Star Honor Flights 4 & 5. Each veteran received a plaque with a Congressional Citation for their service to their country during World War II.
In August, my folks got to experience the mayhem of the start of school with 3 teenagers. It was hard for Mom & Dad to keep up where everybody was or where they were going. Band practices. Choir practices. Pep Rallies. Football games. It seemed like something was going on every night. I tell them what was happening and ask if they wanted to come along. They always did. This was what I was peddling when I asked them about moving to Conroe with us in 2009. They were in the big middle of it all and doing their best to take it in stride. I'm sure it wasn't quite this busy back in Malakoff and they didn't mind one bit.
Football season was a long one for Montgomery this year. They advance to the state 4A Division 1 Quarter-finals. Mom & Dad attended a few games. Dad joined me and Christopher for possibly the coldest game of the year, the Bi-District Playoff Game in Conroe. Temperatures dropped into the 30's by game time with a stiff northerly wind. Had Dad known that it would have been that cold, he probably would not have agreed to go. At one point, he said it reminded him of Bastogne, only he wasn't hiding in a hole in the ground.
November was also a month of closure for everyone. The house in Malakoff had been on the market since June and in November we had a cash offer. None of us had ever sold a house, though. And we discovered that there were a lot of loose ends that needed to be tied up before the house could sell. But, with the help of a motivated buyer and closing agent, everything came together. We were able to finally breathe a sigh of relief - just in time to get ready for the holidays.
Mom & Dad were looking forward to the birth of their 11th grandchild in December and visiting my sister and her family in Victoria. However, a week before Thanksgiving, Mom suffered a fall and broke her wrist and hip. The hip wasn't a bad break and Mom began to get up and around shortly after her surgery. Her wrist was another story. So, when Mom went to the in-patient rehab, their doctor gave orders for Dad to accompany her so he wouldn't be by himself at home. Dad didn't get to stay as long as Mom did and eventually split his time between the rehab and in Victoria. Just 4 days after both Mom and Dad had finally returned home, Dad fell and broke his hip, 2 weeks before Christmas. So much for all our plans. We spent both holidays in a hospital room. What a way to celebrate a holiday! But, we made the most of it.
So, one year later, everyone is healthy again and life is getting back to normal. So much has happened over the last year. It's really cool that we got to be together through all of it.
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Looking Forward To A New Year
It's New Year's Eve's Eve.
After an eventful 7 weeks of activity, things have calmed down around the Knox household. After several weeks of daily hospital and rehabilitation center visits, it's been a long time coming.
On November 16th Mom was planning to do what she normally had done since her and Dad's move to Conroe 10 months earlier: she was going to her church. It was the first full week after the change from Daylight Savings to Standard Time, so it was dark as night when she left home. We wouldn't find out until later that, in addition to driving after dark, she had forgotten to wear hear glasses. That oversight changed everything.
My wife and I had attended a concert that one of our children was participating in. We stopped to get something to eat and were about to go home when we received a frantic phone call. Mom had fallen at her church. She was bleeding and hurt badly. We left immediately and called our son on the way to ask him to accompany her. We met her and our son at the hospital. She had a broken wrist and hip along with multiple facial bruises and appeared to be on the receiving end of a merciless beating. It would be several hours later before she would be admitted to the hospital and another week before she would be released to a local in-patient rehabilitation facility.
Mom spent 2 weeks in that facility. Dad spent a few days there and spent the rest with my sister's family. She and my Dad would spend Thanksgiving as patients at the rehab. But, when Mom arrived back at home, it seemed everything was getting back to normal. Little did we know there would be more to come.
A mere four days after Mom and Dad both returned home, Dad fell and broke his hip. My wife and I were across town at a Christmas Tree Lighting in downtown Conroe. Mom called and told me that Dad fell and needed help getting up. Only, I wouldn't be able to help him. He would ultimately go back to the same hospital where he had visited my mother but now as a patient. After a successful surgery, was to send Dad to the same rehabilitation hospital where he and Mom had been just a few weeks before. We ended up spending Christmas together in that facility. Dad was released the following Tuesday, just 3 days ago.
In the days since Dad returned home, I've been busy making adjustments for accessibility for our house and their apartment. There were things we knew needed attention: handrails and adequate steps leading into our house; additional storage and removal of potential tripping hazards in their apartment. So, in the remaining days of my Christmas Break, addressing those issues is what I've been doing.
Yet, as I consider what I have left to do before this last "free" weekend, I continue to remind myself... regardless of what I have to do around here, it's much better to be doing it on my back patio. And, as my family and I look forward to 2011, we hope that we won't be spending any future holidays anywhere other than at home.
After an eventful 7 weeks of activity, things have calmed down around the Knox household. After several weeks of daily hospital and rehabilitation center visits, it's been a long time coming.
On November 16th Mom was planning to do what she normally had done since her and Dad's move to Conroe 10 months earlier: she was going to her church. It was the first full week after the change from Daylight Savings to Standard Time, so it was dark as night when she left home. We wouldn't find out until later that, in addition to driving after dark, she had forgotten to wear hear glasses. That oversight changed everything.
My wife and I had attended a concert that one of our children was participating in. We stopped to get something to eat and were about to go home when we received a frantic phone call. Mom had fallen at her church. She was bleeding and hurt badly. We left immediately and called our son on the way to ask him to accompany her. We met her and our son at the hospital. She had a broken wrist and hip along with multiple facial bruises and appeared to be on the receiving end of a merciless beating. It would be several hours later before she would be admitted to the hospital and another week before she would be released to a local in-patient rehabilitation facility.
Mom spent 2 weeks in that facility. Dad spent a few days there and spent the rest with my sister's family. She and my Dad would spend Thanksgiving as patients at the rehab. But, when Mom arrived back at home, it seemed everything was getting back to normal. Little did we know there would be more to come.
A mere four days after Mom and Dad both returned home, Dad fell and broke his hip. My wife and I were across town at a Christmas Tree Lighting in downtown Conroe. Mom called and told me that Dad fell and needed help getting up. Only, I wouldn't be able to help him. He would ultimately go back to the same hospital where he had visited my mother but now as a patient. After a successful surgery, was to send Dad to the same rehabilitation hospital where he and Mom had been just a few weeks before. We ended up spending Christmas together in that facility. Dad was released the following Tuesday, just 3 days ago.
In the days since Dad returned home, I've been busy making adjustments for accessibility for our house and their apartment. There were things we knew needed attention: handrails and adequate steps leading into our house; additional storage and removal of potential tripping hazards in their apartment. So, in the remaining days of my Christmas Break, addressing those issues is what I've been doing.
Yet, as I consider what I have left to do before this last "free" weekend, I continue to remind myself... regardless of what I have to do around here, it's much better to be doing it on my back patio. And, as my family and I look forward to 2011, we hope that we won't be spending any future holidays anywhere other than at home.
Welcome...
A lot of things have transpired within the last couple of years in the lives of my family and my parents, Haynes & Jessie Knox. Those who know them are quite aware. Of course the things that have happened aren't any different from what other families have experienced with aging parents.
I've heard of some bizarre and out-right frightening experiences that friends and colleagues have faced with their parents. But, as I have learned, each family's experience is unique in that their experiences happened to their family. It's in that sense that I begin this blog.
I hope to chronicle my experiences with my parents in order to remember and cherish my time with them in the twilight of their lives. (My mother would argue that she has yet to get to her twilight). The truth is that I wouldn't trade anything for the opportunity to be with my parents during the time of their greatest need.
I've heard of some bizarre and out-right frightening experiences that friends and colleagues have faced with their parents. But, as I have learned, each family's experience is unique in that their experiences happened to their family. It's in that sense that I begin this blog.
I hope to chronicle my experiences with my parents in order to remember and cherish my time with them in the twilight of their lives. (My mother would argue that she has yet to get to her twilight). The truth is that I wouldn't trade anything for the opportunity to be with my parents during the time of their greatest need.
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