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wetsroosa said

meanmistermustard said

What a waste of butter, it would just melt and make the pie all soggy when in the oven – and there is nothing worse than a soggy bottom. 
 

 

Here we go again… don’t get Ahhh Girl started, she’ll never restrain herself! ]

Soggy bottom. Nappies and incontinence? Ewwww! No thanks. 

Here’s the rest of the story.

When  I was 10 years old and my brother was 3 months old, my dad had a brain hemorrhage that was so big that no brain surgeon in the country knew how to help him. They should have let him die on the operating table while they had his skull open and trying to figure out what to do for him. For 15 years he laid paralyzed on one side of his body and in a state like Terry Shiavo was in. He had to take all liquids through a tube in his stomach. Mom did work with him long enough to teach him to eat again by putting pureed food in his mouth and stroking his throat in a downward motion until he swallowed.

My mom faithfully took care of him for those 15 years while she was raising us, getting a degree in teaching and then teaching for a few years, then getting her RN degree and license when she was 50 because she knew that the social security money my brother had been getting would end when he turned 18 and Mississippi school teachers didn’t make a living wage. She saw her own mother through 2 open heart surgeries and her father’s death while her mom was in the hospital after one of those surgeries. (Side note: her mom demanded to go to her husband’s funeral. The doctors hooked all her IVs up to a wheelchair and let her go to the funeral home. It was cold and rainy that day so grandma couldn’t go the the graveside service. When she recovered, mom and I took her to the cemetery to visit the grave. She walked to the plot that she and grandpa had picked out decades ago. She turned ghost white. He wasn’t buried in the right place. They had to dig him up and move him. She was tough too. I guess mom got it from her.) Dad died on Christmas Day 1993.

Mom fed, cleaned, and took the best care of a man in that condition could ever hope to have. I’m her daughter. I’m made of the same mettle. I’ve seen it all done by my own mother. I would do the same for Mr. McCartney if called upon to do so.

Thanks, MMM. Yeah, you can see how dear all of this is to my heart. I hope Paul never falls into a bad physical state, but if he does, I hope and pray that all the people around him will love him and take care of him as much as my mom loved and took care of my dad. I will haunt them endlessly if they don’t.

AppleScruffJunior said
I bloody hate people arguing, parents are at it again  And they wonder why I’m always listening to music, anything that keeps me from hearing yelling every fecking night is a God -send

So sorry.

AppleScruffJunior said
I bloody hate people arguing, parents are at it again  And they wonder why I’m always listening to music, anything that keeps me from hearing yelling every fecking night is a God -send

Thats horrid to have to go thru ASJ. I have no idea what to say in a situation like that. 

AppleScruffJunior said
You don’t have to pity me lads :/ I don’t generally talk to people about it. It’s become sort of “the lullaby of my childhood” for want of a better phrase, ever since I was small I’ve been hearing them argue but then other times they’re like the best of friends all happy, smiles, sunshine and rainbows. It doesn’t bother me as much as it did when I was younger, music is a great escape. To quote that God -awful film Across The Universe “music is the only thing that makes sense anymore”One of another reason why I’m greatful for The Beatles and especially George’s music I can turn on Marwa Blues, turn off my mind, relax and float-down stream

You are a very strong, resilient young woman.