A letter from Mom and Dad... My child, When I get old, I hope - TopicsExpress



          

A letter from Mom and Dad... My child, When I get old, I hope you understand and have patience with me In case I break the plate, or spill soup on the table because Im losing my eyesight, I hope you dont yell at me. Older people are sensitive, always having self pity when you yell, When my hearing gets worse and I cant hear what you are saying , I hope you will not call me Deaf !. Please repeat what you said or write it down. Im sorry, my child. Im getting older. When my knees get weaker, I hope you have the patience to help me get up. Like how I used to help you while you were little, learning how to walk. Please bear with me, when I keep repeating myself like a broken record; I hope you just keep listening to me. Please dont make fun of me, or get sick of listening to me. Do you remember when you were little and you wanted a balloon? You repeated yourself over and over until you get what you wanted. Please pardon my smell. I smell like an old person. Please don’t force me to shower. My body is weak, older people get sick easily when they are cold. I hope I dont gross you out. Do you remember when you were little? I used to chase you around because you didnt want to shower. I hope you can be patient with me when Im always crinkly. Its all part of getting old. Youll understand when you get older, and if you have spare time, I hope we can talk even a few minutes. Im always all by myself all the time, and have no one to talk to. I know you’re busy with your work. Even if youre not interested to my stories, please have time for me. Do you remember when you were little? I used to listen to your stories About your teddy bear. When the time comes, and I get ill and bedridden, I hope you have the patience to take care of me. Im sorry if I accidentally wet the bed or make a mess. I hope you have the patience to take care of me during the last few moment of my life. Im not going to last much longer, anyway, when the time of my death comes, I hope you hold my hand and give me strength to face death. And dont worry...When I finally meet our creator, I will whisper in his ear to bless you. Because you loved your Mom and Dad. Thank you so much for your care. We love you. #Admin_JONALYN :*
Posted on: Sat, 18 Jan 2014 11:53:25 +0000

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