Forums
New posts
Search forums
What's new
New posts
New profile posts
Latest activity
Internet Search
Members
Current visitors
New profile posts
Search profile posts
Log in
Register
What's new
Search
Search
Search titles only
By:
New posts
Search forums
Menu
Log in
Register
Install the app
Install
Forums
General Discussions
The Watercooler
This is just creepy
JavaScript is disabled. For a better experience, please enable JavaScript in your browser before proceeding.
You are using an out of date browser. It may not display this or other websites correctly.
You should upgrade or use an
alternative browser
.
Reply to thread
Message
<blockquote data-quote="Marguerite" data-source="post: 186345" data-attributes="member: 1991"><p>A friend of ours at church was looking after her husband as he declined into Alzheimer's. She was lucky with him - he stayed the lovely, gentle man he always had been. Happy, loving, kind. They went everywhere hand in hand - because they loved each other, but also so she would know where he was, because he would wander. At church even the little children would look after him and hold his hand. I would see him walking along the path with a small child and they would stop together to look at a beetle on one of the roses.</p><p></p><p>But she had to stop taking him to funerals. It was just too embarrassing. It never mattered where he was - supermarket, church, beach, the street - someone would see him, go up to him and say, "Lovely to see you! How are you, old friend?"</p><p></p><p>And his loud reply, always, would be, "Wouldn't be dead for quids!"</p><p></p><p>Not good, at a funeral.</p><p></p><p>Marg</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Marguerite, post: 186345, member: 1991"] A friend of ours at church was looking after her husband as he declined into Alzheimer's. She was lucky with him - he stayed the lovely, gentle man he always had been. Happy, loving, kind. They went everywhere hand in hand - because they loved each other, but also so she would know where he was, because he would wander. At church even the little children would look after him and hold his hand. I would see him walking along the path with a small child and they would stop together to look at a beetle on one of the roses. But she had to stop taking him to funerals. It was just too embarrassing. It never mattered where he was - supermarket, church, beach, the street - someone would see him, go up to him and say, "Lovely to see you! How are you, old friend?" And his loud reply, always, would be, "Wouldn't be dead for quids!" Not good, at a funeral. Marg [/QUOTE]
Insert quotes…
Verification
Post reply
Forums
General Discussions
The Watercooler
This is just creepy
Top