tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102969.post992903926501737289..comments2024-03-10T19:57:59.285+00:00Comments on Nelly's Garden: Remembering PearlieNellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14527285652038975147noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102969.post-20056705789097660522017-07-30T23:20:39.361+01:002017-07-30T23:20:39.361+01:00Oh Brig, that's lovely to hear. I did read abo...Oh Brig, that's lovely to hear. I did read about your dad's passing. I thought he had a great outing and you looked after him so well. Nellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14527285652038975147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102969.post-15318798646526297652017-07-30T05:18:16.352+01:002017-07-30T05:18:16.352+01:00Pearlie was quite the character, and from reading ...Pearlie was quite the character, and from reading your posts over the years about her and your caring, I learned a lot. When it came time for me to move in with the folks and care for mother, who was bedridden. and did not like me one little bit. I took comfort in knowing I was far from the only one in that situation. Dad and I always got along well. After mother passed, we had some great times, til he went into a decline and passed this spring at 92.<br />I have you to thank for many times that I laughed instead of crying, kept it real, and just did what needed doing.Brighttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11299215170393879517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102969.post-5027246805108278542017-07-27T18:42:16.024+01:002017-07-27T18:42:16.024+01:00Pearlie not only wanted help, she expected it! My ...Pearlie not only wanted help, she expected it! My own mother the same. Still, looking back, I realise it was a better experience than I believed it to be as we went through it. Nellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14527285652038975147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102969.post-66441561689894014042017-07-26T23:31:59.005+01:002017-07-26T23:31:59.005+01:00I read many of those posts about Pearlie and thoug...I read many of those posts about Pearlie and thought you brave. My mother refused all suggestions the last few years of her life. Didn't want my help. Magehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17333086721654817750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102969.post-86585030670785605522017-07-23T00:59:28.158+01:002017-07-23T00:59:28.158+01:00Little wonder they say that old age is not for wim...Little wonder they say that old age is not for wimps. Neither is elder care.<br />I hope you enjoyed your tea with your Aunt Dorothy.<br />Nellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14527285652038975147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102969.post-9116829726655073102017-07-22T16:56:44.471+01:002017-07-22T16:56:44.471+01:00I agree. Dad had been diagnosed with Parkinsons in...I agree. Dad had been diagnosed with Parkinsons in his early 50s but our mother was his main support, until they were 64, when she died of pancreatic cancer. Even facing her own death her only concern was how we'd look after Dad! We were able to keep him in his home - I moved back in but did have my darling brother and sister's help - until he was 68 when he fell, broke his hip - and that was the start of a severe decline (bloody MRSA etc!). He spent some months in hospital, rallied a bit, and spend his last year or so in a lovely local nursing home (selected because it let us take the dog in to visit every day!) then died just before he was 71. We're not known for our longevity in our family - with the notable exception of my mum's only surviving sister, Dorothy, truly amazing character at 92. IN fact I'd better get of me laptop and go take her out to tea now! <br />Andreahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01804208667045908514noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102969.post-81486149186651941332017-07-22T14:31:29.672+01:002017-07-22T14:31:29.672+01:00It has to be one of the toughest jobs ever. I'...It has to be one of the toughest jobs ever. I'm able to see the bigger picture with the final year with my mother but there were six siblings who helped and supported each other (most of the time.) With Pearlie, there was only Bert who only had a cousin, myself and my daughter to help out. How long was your dad ill?Nellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14527285652038975147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102969.post-91295578716833339692017-07-22T14:19:03.704+01:002017-07-22T14:19:03.704+01:00What a lovely tribute to Pearlie. I am still at t...What a lovely tribute to Pearlie. I am still at times haunted by some of my lapses during my time caring for me Dad, and he's been gone nearly 10 years now, I try and remember that these were just that, momentary lapses at a time of great strain and remember the bigger picture of what loving care I and my siblings were giving him for most of his awful decline with Parkinsons and dementia xAndreahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01804208667045908514noreply@blogger.com