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January 04, 2006



I worry, too, about what will happen when my parents need me. Right now it's hard to spend more than five days together. How will that dynamic change in the future? Will it?


Your post was poignant and something that I think about often. My husband is older and his parents are both in their mid 70s, living in Britain (we emigrated 18 months ago), with no family other than ourselves. Neither are in particularly good health and increasingly contact has become heavy in reports of medical tests, illnesses, and doctor's visits. I have no idea what we will do when one of them passes on. The other will certainly refuse to join us in the USA (they have very few good things to say about their son's adopted country!), but we are settled here and have no intention of moving back to Britain. I also mourn the fact that our son sees his grandparents only twice each year and that, depending upon their longevity, he may not even remember much about them by the time that he reaches adulthood. Difficult days are coming. Your family is in our thoughts, Donna.


My prayers are with you on all concerns. I am also of the "sandwich" generation and an older mom....your concerns echo my own. Have a safe trip and God Bless you and your family in the days ahead.


We lost my mother-in-law two years ago. My youngest daughter was conceived the day after she passed. I believe she was a gift from my mother-in-law, but it saddens me that she never knew her grandmother.

So sorry about your loss. I'm glad your daughter had a chance to know him.


Sorry about your loss. You'll be in our thoughts.


This part of life isn't fun, is it? Both my parents have been seriously ill for several years now.


I'm so sorry for your loss. My dad died 2 1/2 years ago and it still doesn't seem real to me--we had a very prickly relationship, but it actually got a bit better when he was sick (you just let a lot of sh*t slide at that point). I lost an uncle this past week, the first on my mom's side to go, and my mother is now dwelling on being the oldest in the family. Somedays I hate growing up and starting to lose what my friend calls "the buffer generation"--when will it start to be our friends who are dying?

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