A decade (plus) has passed since my parents came to live with me and my husband and our three sons. Sometimes I laugh, or cry or pull my hair out, but it has not been boring. Even the most mundane days are enlivened by unprompted remarks and unintentional antics of my parents that I lovingly refer to as Elder Folktales.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Hero
Many times I have written in this blog about the funny things that Pop and Mom say and do. Today it is a more serious post. On Monday, February 7, 2011 Pop was a hero. Mom and Pop were eating breakfast, each sitting at opposite ends of the kitchen table. Suddenly, Mom turned a grayish color and slumped over in the chair. Pop tried to revive her and she remained non-responsive. He quickly dialed 911, asked the operator to send help immediately and gave our address. Within a few anxious minutes, the police and ambulance arrived to take Mom to the hospital. Although relieved that Mom was getting help, Pop was still very worried. She suffered another stroke, (at the hospital they call that an "event). My husband called Pop a hero and said, "that's why we won the war Pop."
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