Originally Posted by Aliakey
I agree with ya!
I've lived in a similar condition in my worst days of life, so had some empathy for her situation. Well, my feeling for her *sons* all changed when I wheeled her out to the lobby after being discharged. One of her sons pulled around in a nearly new shiney, loaded, red Ford pickup... and yep, it *was* his (I made a comment about how nice he kept that pickup looking, asked how long he had it, etc. just to test my theory). Grrr! So while their mother lives in a clapboard house, the sons are enjoying their comfy luxuries?
Grumble. All I can do is think that on the day of death, everyone has to answer to what less-than-nobel deeds they have done in their life. The only way to keep my sanity (if I have any left, lol!)
Please do not assume.
I have tried valiantly to keep my mother's house clean, to get work done on it, to improve her circumstances. She refuses the help, doesn't maintain what she can maintain, or complain about any improvements. It was a fight to even get her to get the roof repaired after Charley/Frances/Jeanne hit.
She will not trash a piece of mail - or let me do so. It is always the "I'll get to it" which has gone on for 4-5 years.
If this elderly person is in her right mind and independant, it may have more to do with her refusing help, rather than her son not providing it.