Aging Parents Archive
Laura Nelson's mentors for true love -- her parents -- celebrate their 64th wedding anniversary. Learn what true love looks like!
My father has Alzheimer’s. He has gone from a man who practiced law and had multiple degrees and read difficult theological material for pleasure, to a soul who needs help with basic everyday care. It is a
“Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks, receives; and the one who seeks, finds; and to the one
Having already endured three surgeries to repair my loose right shoulder, I grew increasingly more curious about what actually occurs behind those ominous operating room doors. My interest piqued even further when my left shoulder began to
“People who are considering care-giving often make one primary mistake, they do not look forward enough in the process. What today is considered as minor aid can quickly escalate into constant, twenty-four hour a day care.” Dr. Christopher
As I sat, knelt, and laid by my father’s deathbed just two weeks ago, the Lord taught me many things; and showered me in such graces and blessings and mercy that I was left in awe of
What do atheists do in the dentist’s chair amid all the grinding and swirling, splishing and splashing of spit? Do they recite the alphabet? The professed atheist finds a lump. What does she do until her mammogram
One can hear a “squeak, shuffle, squeak shuffle” as you walk down the hall. The little old ladies are pushing their walkers and their tennis shoes shuffle as their walkers wheels squeak. When it is time for
Both my sons watch this parade of humanity gently making its way to the front of the room. Chatting amongst themselves, reaching out to embrace someone who hasn’t been seen in “too long.” The many decorations pinned
I finally finished writing the sympathy cards as I finished my second glass of cheap champagne. I miss my dad. He’s in heaven. He’s not here. He’s all around me now, all around me, but not here.
It was Saturday, it was five fifteen and I had all my children and my parents in my 12 passenger van as we drove to our home parish for the Children’s liturgy on the vigil of the
Did you hear the collective sigh on the weekend as the clock struck 6:00 marking the end of the eight hour non-stop auction at my parents’ house? I don’t know when I’ve been as bone-weary tired. Every
Hands bubbly in dishwater I stood at the kitchen sink incorporating my mom’s dishes into my own. As I washed my newly acquired cut glass serving bowl I visualized it brimming with 5-cup salad, a Christmas specialty
When my four boys were little I never had much time for myself – just like every other mom on the planet. In many respects time flew by, my sons grew older requiring less care, and here
Accolades, appreciation, applause – not exactly the hallmarks of motherhood. Silently enduring trial after trial, year after year more closely follows the mom resume. We Catholic moms teach our children to walk and talk, behave and pray.