I am 82 years old, 4 children, 11 grandchildren, 2 great-grandchildren and a 3 x 3 room in a nursing home where they left me stranded.
I no longer have my house or my beloved things, but I do have someone who fixes my room, makes my food and bed, takes my blood pressure and weighs me.
I no longer have the laughter of my grandchildren, seeing them grow, hug each other and fight; some come to see me every 15 days; others, every three or four months; others, never...
I no longer make croquettes, or deviled eggs, or minced meat curls, or knit, or crochet.
I still have a hobby of doing Sudoku that is somewhat entertaining.
I don't know how long I will have left, but I must get used to this loneliness; I go to occupational therapy and help those who are worse off than me as much as I can, although I don't want to get too close. They disappear frequently.
They say that life gets longer and longer.
So that?
When I'm alone, I can look at photos of my family and some souvenirs from home that I brought back.
And that's all.
I hope that the next generations see that the family is formed to have a tomorrow (with the children) and give back to our parents the time they gave us when raising us. Full Story >>> Click Here
"Taking care of someone who has already taken care of us is the greatest honor."
Credits: Ofelia Rodriguez
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