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I was just at the funeral of a friend's parent yesterday; this morning a different friend's mother died. Because we celebrated Rosh Hashanah with this family just a few days ago I can't help but recall my friend on the phone, making an appointment for her mom to get a perm tomorrow. And I remember calling to cancel all of Dad's appointments after he died. Makes it all very real, that does.
Yes, she was ill and frail and didn't recognize her daughter most of the time but that doesn't always make it that much easier. I'm afraid that mother's deaths, in general, seem to generate a lot of caregiver's guilt.
Note: get the charcoal suit into the cleaners, pick up casserole dishes from Kay's, embrace ritual.
Yes, she was ill and frail and didn't recognize her daughter most of the time but that doesn't always make it that much easier. I'm afraid that mother's deaths, in general, seem to generate a lot of caregiver's guilt.
Note: get the charcoal suit into the cleaners, pick up casserole dishes from Kay's, embrace ritual.