It is a somber moment when someone mentions that a friend or family member has gone into hospice care. After all, hospices have a bit of a dark and dreary reputation.
Most of us don’t think about palliative care until someone that we love needs it. In some ways, this is natural. No-one likes to think about their own mortality and it is even harder to imagine someone close to us suffering. That said, there are many reasons to talk about death, even if we are not yet directly impacted by it.
Living with anyone, whether it’s a spouse, parent, or friend is typically packed with challenges as we strive to coexist in harmony. But when that roommate is experiencing cognitive challenges from Alzheimer’s or another dementia, finding harmony can be even more challenging.
I have an appointment every Monday afternoon and Tuesday, all day. It’s with a VIP and it’s a job of sorts. It doesn’t pay much, but it makes me feel rich beyond words. It’s also exhausting. I am one of the new corps of volunteer grandparents but I’m volunteering very close to home: in my own family.
Complaining about how things “were better in the good old days,” seems like a rite of passage for many grandparents. After all, through the lives of our grandchildren, we see firsthand just how much the world is changing around us.
Divorce after 50 is especially tough on women. For years, divorce was stigmatized and many women were left to feel ashamed by their situation. They felt like it was their fault and that they didn’t deserve a chance to start over.
In my experience, grandmas naturally love to help other people. Even if we consider ourselves to be “modern grandmas,” with our own passions, we still find time to take care of our families and share our wisdom with the world. Many of us, for one reason or another, have even found ourselves raising our grandchildren full-time.
It’s every grandparent’s worst nightmare. After years of caring for your loved ones, you find yourself separated from your grandchildren by a family conflict. At this difficult time, your mind is probably filled with worries.
Testosterone and sadness filled the room. It was a sacred goodbye. Twelve sons gathered at Jacob’s death bed, according to the Bible. They were listening to their father’s moral directives, blessings and burial instructions. The daughter, Dinah, was not invited.
It’s no secret that we love to give gifts to our grandchildren. After all, there is nothing better than seeing your grandson or granddaughter smile. As the holidays approach, we have a natural desire to make all of our grandkids’ wishes come true.