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warch · 10-15-2003, 06:15 PM

So sorry to hear about your mom. I think you're wise to let your girls be a part of her death, however they can perceive it, just as they're a part of her life. Good thoughts for you all.

There's been much talk of "a good death". Having the knowlege that time is short, you have the grace of saying goodbye with lots of love and care. And it sounds like you have some beautiful hospice models to work from. The wonder of your small community, whatever its fate, is all around you now and you're in it with your young family.

Two weeks ago I was coming home from the store and pulling up in my car. An older woman came up to me looking frantic. Her teeth didnt quite fit. She asked "Is there a man in the house?" I told her no and asked if I could help. Turns out she lives on the next block and her keys would not work in the lock. With the aide of her elderly friend, from the street behind us, we found a ladder, removed a storm window, slit a screen to remove it. (quite the home invading braintrust). As the youngster, I got to flop through her bedroom window, and be greeted by her very vocal terrier. Adventure. Rescue. Hugs were given all around and it felt like neighbors. Ive lived here 5 years, shes lived here a little over 50.

The fate of my old city neighborhood is uncertain once the many grandmas and fewer grampas all go. There are some young families coming, but more are realizing the profit of investment properties so close to campus. But for now, it is my community of strange, delightful, annoying, and increasingly familiar people.

10-15-2003, 06:15 PM	#4
warch lurkin old school Join Date: Oct 2001 Location: Minnesota Posts: 2,796	So sorry to hear about your mom. I think you're wise to let your girls be a part of her death, however they can perceive it, just as they're a part of her life. Good thoughts for you all. There's been much talk of "a good death". Having the knowlege that time is short, you have the grace of saying goodbye with lots of love and care. And it sounds like you have some beautiful hospice models to work from. The wonder of your small community, whatever its fate, is all around you now and you're in it with your young family. Two weeks ago I was coming home from the store and pulling up in my car. An older woman came up to me looking frantic. Her teeth didnt quite fit. She asked "Is there a man in the house?" I told her no and asked if I could help. Turns out she lives on the next block and her keys would not work in the lock. With the aide of her elderly friend, from the street behind us, we found a ladder, removed a storm window, slit a screen to remove it. (quite the home invading braintrust). As the youngster, I got to flop through her bedroom window, and be greeted by her very vocal terrier. Adventure. Rescue. Hugs were given all around and it felt like neighbors. Ive lived here 5 years, shes lived here a little over 50. The fate of my old city neighborhood is uncertain once the many grandmas and fewer grampas all go. There are some young families coming, but more are realizing the profit of investment properties so close to campus. But for now, it is my community of strange, delightful, annoying, and increasingly familiar people.