Comments on: Crabbit Old Lady http://crepusculum60.wordpress.com Questioning the human twilight and beyond. Thu, 26 Nov 2009 01:29:16 +0000 http://wordpress.com/ hourly 1 By: Meir http://crepusculum60.wordpress.com/crabbit-old-lady/#comment-453 Meir Wed, 01 Jul 2009 19:59:47 +0000 http://crepusculum60.wordpress.com/crabbit-old-lady/#comment-453 Give please. Always be nice to those younger than you, because they are the ones who will be writing about you. I am from San and also now'm speaking English, give please true I wrote the following sentence: "Fleas can be a major problem for dogs and dog owners.Vacation guides, travel articles, hotel recommendations, and deals." :P Thanks in advance. Dale. Give please. Always be nice to those younger than you, because they are the ones who will be writing about you.
I am from San and also now’m speaking English, give please true I wrote the following sentence: “Fleas can be a major problem for dogs and dog owners.Vacation guides, travel articles, hotel recommendations, and deals.”

:P Thanks in advance. Dale.

]]> By: lyndaspix http://crepusculum60.wordpress.com/crabbit-old-lady/#comment-129 lyndaspix Thu, 29 May 2008 18:35:44 +0000 http://crepusculum60.wordpress.com/crabbit-old-lady/#comment-129 I had seen the first poem, but not the response. As I sit here with tears in my eyes, I think of my father, who is in a nursing home, far away from my home in Phoenix. He is blessed to have a brother that has loved him unconditionally and has seen to his care so patiently, despite my dad's seeming ungratefulness. I have wondered what the nurses and aides who take care of Dad think, and feel as they deal with a person who is so frustrated with his situation that he is sometimes cantakerous and brash. My father is in the nursing home at just 71 years old due to his past alcoholism and some other "accidents" that, really, were of his own doing. So to say that I feel sorry for him, is not quite right; at times I've even thought "He made his bed, now he has to lie in it." I do, however, feel compassion for him. And I'm sorry that he did not live up to his potential because of his addiction and choices. No matter what, he's still my dad, he is a part of me and I am who I am is in great part due to the genetics that he has passed along to me. I don't blame him anymore, I pray for him. And I do go and see him every time I'm in the town where he resides. It's hard to see him that way, so helpless and frail, yet still with a chip on his shoulder because he feels he could take care of himself. He requires care that I am unable to give him. He deserves and should get the best care they can give him. Thanks for posting these poems, Frank. You woke up something in me that I've been pushing away for a while. I think I'm going to write my dad a letter tonight when I get home, and send him some pictures to go with it. I had seen the first poem, but not the response. As I sit here with tears in my eyes, I think of my father, who is in a nursing home, far away from my home in Phoenix. He is blessed to have a brother that has loved him unconditionally and has seen to his care so patiently, despite my dad’s seeming ungratefulness. I have wondered what the nurses and aides who take care of Dad think, and feel as they deal with a person who is so frustrated with his situation that he is sometimes cantakerous and brash.

My father is in the nursing home at just 71 years old due to his past alcoholism and some other “accidents” that, really, were of his own doing. So to say that I feel sorry for him, is not quite right; at times I’ve even thought “He made his bed, now he has to lie in it.”

I do, however, feel compassion for him. And I’m sorry that he did not live up to his potential because of his addiction and choices. No matter what, he’s still my dad, he is a part of me and I am who I am is in great part due to the genetics that he has passed along to me. I don’t blame him anymore, I pray for him. And I do go and see him every time I’m in the town where he resides. It’s hard to see him that way, so helpless and frail, yet still with a chip on his shoulder because he feels he could take care of himself. He requires care that I am unable to give him. He deserves and should get the best care they can give him.

Thanks for posting these poems, Frank. You woke up something in me that I’ve been pushing away for a while. I think I’m going to write my dad a letter tonight when I get home, and send him some pictures to go with it.

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