I dont live in regret. God gave me a poem telling me not to. And I have forgiven myself for what Im about to tell you.And I tell you in the hope that you wont do, actually not do what I did not do.And that is not taking care of my parents in their old age. You see there was a little house next door to us, and my dad wanted to buy it and fix it up. And he and my mom would live there.But since my mom could be difficult because of her mental illness I talked my dad out of it.God says to honor your parents, Proverbs says dont despise your mother when she is old.And actually I hurt myself, as my mom couldve helped me with the kids, and couldve helped Mike during my stays in the hosp because of my bipolar.God knows I didnt have help from anyone, nor did Mike.Just ask our oldest son, Michael.But I am not bitter. Just said that hoping that someone who reads it will help someone in need. Last but not least, Id like to say when I was in Terrace Nursing Home recovering from a manic episode I saw so many residents who seemed to never get a visit, a phone call, a card.God bless you Melody and Tammy.And I did get cards and phone calls and even visits.Thank you Rebekah Okeson, Barbara Ann Wieser and Pam ( Hamilton) Colburn. And thank you Ryan Cernovich for picking me up every Sat for a home visit, and thank you Michael John Cernovich for taking me back every Sun until I was able to come home for good.O, I almost forgot Rhonda Lafollette and Shirley Cernovich RIP who visited me once. Friends, you just cant forget friends, family.Well enough said.
Posted on: Fri, 10 Oct 2014 18:02:24 +0000
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