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Nana's are Beautiful
Witz, that's exactly what I've been mulling over every since I got home. Having a parent with schizophrenia has never been a picnic by any means. I was lucky enough to get several good years with her. I will cherish those forever as I never imagined I'd get that much. But this situation with mom.........well, shoot, I guess I should have at least thought about the possibility long ago because it's caught me with my pants down so to speak and I'm sitting here thinking about boundaries and what I'm willing and not willing to do. If I'm not up to it, I'm smart enough to walk away from it.
I don't give a rat's behind about Mom's money, I could even care less if there was no money to inherit regardless of my own financial situation. I've told her to keep it and use it more than once.
This weekend she gave me the one thing she had that I wanted..........a cute little inexpensive (at the time) german barometer that is fashioned as Hansel & Gretel (sp) and the witch.....if it's going to be a nice day the kids are out of the little house........if it's going to rain......the witch is out. Still works too by the way. Mom gave that to a man who was very special to me during the first years of my life for his birthday. In turn my grandma received it upon his death. I grew up with this little barometer and always loved it. Mom gave it to me because it had been special to me. When we transported it home we treated it like it was the most valuable & fragile thing on earth. (yes, I really am that easy to please LOL ) Now when I look at it in it's place of honor on my mantel, it triggers happy memories of both Cal and my grandma.
I don't give a rat's behind about Mom's money, I could even care less if there was no money to inherit regardless of my own financial situation. I've told her to keep it and use it more than once.
This weekend she gave me the one thing she had that I wanted..........a cute little inexpensive (at the time) german barometer that is fashioned as Hansel & Gretel (sp) and the witch.....if it's going to be a nice day the kids are out of the little house........if it's going to rain......the witch is out. Still works too by the way. Mom gave that to a man who was very special to me during the first years of my life for his birthday. In turn my grandma received it upon his death. I grew up with this little barometer and always loved it. Mom gave it to me because it had been special to me. When we transported it home we treated it like it was the most valuable & fragile thing on earth. (yes, I really am that easy to please LOL ) Now when I look at it in it's place of honor on my mantel, it triggers happy memories of both Cal and my grandma.