When we are a child, we are looked after by our parents. When we are parents we look after our children and our parents. When we are old we are looked after by our children.From diaper to diaper.
Why is that?I spent a lot of money on his diapers - they are relatively very expensive in India.
Don't know. That is what I kept hearing from my father-in-law who made the arrangements.When we are a child, we are looked after by our parents. When we are parents we look after our children and our parents. When we are old we are looked after by our children.
Why is that?
Reminds me of once long ago, when my dad had his first heart attack, and we were driving him to the hospital, he was telling me repeatedly he was dying. I think he lived another 30 years at least.Earlier this year, when my father was ill and delusional and thought he was going to die, he asked the nurse to fetch his shirt and pants so that he can go visit his mother.
I can only think of my father, and one aunt. Both were not in sound mind at that time, aunt had a stroke and was sometimes lucid sometimes talking nonsense. She mistook me for her physio and was telling me I caused her great pain. My dad often told me "Your father was very fond of me, he took great care of me" etc etc. Finally, i found out that he mistook me for his boss whose father he had known.That is too simple. I don't have much experience being near dying people, but the impression I got from Bollywood movies is that the dying person does the following: