To all of my friends....a little song. Dysfunction Junction what's your Functionnnnn?
I hope the time you have with your family no matter how weird and dysfunctional, will be a time to share the love. Is it only a little? Then give what cha got. I am. I will be spending lunch time (very scheduled) at a nursing home with my kids. My 93 year old (fabulous, witty, flirtatious, still whips skippy to porn) Grandpa. The laptop is chained to the bed so no one can at least steal that. My mom pisses me off keeping him there when I can easily take care of him with someone comming in to do the dirty work every day. It costs 4000 a month. For what, urine smell and lazy ass 4 week trained nurses making minimun wage? I cant stand it. However I am reminded that I'm not power of attorney "so shut up L". He gave me his house and his kidneys are failing. He asks why can't he come home. Here is what I want to say...."because your daughter wants you here". Tell her you want to live with me in your house. Why not? because it's to much trouble. For whom? I will do it. He does not want to die there. I don't want him to die there either. I want him with me, grumbling and all. He is never a hassel hoff. I want him to share his bird stories and show me how to properly feed the different kinds of birds that are waiting for his return. It is the least I can do for someone who has done so much for me and so many others. This man, this wonderful man, whom I love more than any man in the world is always depressed. Even before he had a stroke. Somehow out of all of this, I make him laugh the most. Maybe I use my hands to much to talk, maybe because the second I see him, I can fix his laptop he seems to perpetually mess up. Maybe the bite size snickers. Maybe just because he loves me. Here is a piece of his work. His name is A.V.Black. All Irish and Scottish. I guess "whipping skippy is Irish talk".
And here is one of the best pictures I took of my sweet sweet Madison Grace wishing you all divine shalom
I hope the time you have with your family no matter how weird and dysfunctional, will be a time to share the love. Is it only a little? Then give what cha got. I am. I will be spending lunch time (very scheduled) at a nursing home with my kids. My 93 year old (fabulous, witty, flirtatious, still whips skippy to porn) Grandpa. The laptop is chained to the bed so no one can at least steal that. My mom pisses me off keeping him there when I can easily take care of him with someone comming in to do the dirty work every day. It costs 4000 a month. For what, urine smell and lazy ass 4 week trained nurses making minimun wage? I cant stand it. However I am reminded that I'm not power of attorney "so shut up L". He gave me his house and his kidneys are failing. He asks why can't he come home. Here is what I want to say...."because your daughter wants you here". Tell her you want to live with me in your house. Why not? because it's to much trouble. For whom? I will do it. He does not want to die there. I don't want him to die there either. I want him with me, grumbling and all. He is never a hassel hoff. I want him to share his bird stories and show me how to properly feed the different kinds of birds that are waiting for his return. It is the least I can do for someone who has done so much for me and so many others. This man, this wonderful man, whom I love more than any man in the world is always depressed. Even before he had a stroke. Somehow out of all of this, I make him laugh the most. Maybe I use my hands to much to talk, maybe because the second I see him, I can fix his laptop he seems to perpetually mess up. Maybe the bite size snickers. Maybe just because he loves me. Here is a piece of his work. His name is A.V.Black. All Irish and Scottish. I guess "whipping skippy is Irish talk".
And here is one of the best pictures I took of my sweet sweet Madison Grace wishing you all divine shalom
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I wanted my grandmother to move out west and in a place with me. unfortunately the rest of my family wouldnt hear of it.
the good it would do her would be exponential.
why shouldnt we enjoy our final years to the fullest?