Be careful. My father had a wonderful law practice and thought he would practice forever. God decided otherwise. He developed PSP, a bad form of Parkinsons, in his 70s and slowly could no longer practice. He had put my sibling on his accounts. Result: My mother and he became virtually penniless. I had to support them. My father lived in my home for the last six years of his life. For Indians, living in a daughter's home is a cardinal sin. Until the end he would say "I am shameless. I am a beggar. I am living with my daughter". Moral for me: Keep your money close to your chest. You don't know when you will become disabled. Children and charity can wait until your death.
Thank you Laura. When he went I was at peace knowing I had kept him cheerful and happy. He wanted his ashes to be immersed in the River Ganges, in India, although he had never entered a temple in his life. I fulfilled that wish too.
Thanks I agree. The hospice persons who came were truly wonderful. I will never forget the kindnesses shown us by Princeton Hospital, the West Windsor police and First Aid Squad. The Squad remembered my regular contributions to their fund and ferried my Dad via ambulance at no cost, My husband had built a strong ramp to bring Dad into the house from the garage. I gave the ramp to the First Aid Squad which said it was the best one they had seen.
I was called a "Murderer" for accepting the doctor's advice for hospice(in my home). I had brought my Dad to the US six years earlier as his PSP worsened. The care afforded was very limited because he did not have insurance coverage. Just few hours a week of compassionate care by Princeton Hospital in NJ. Dad lay in a hospital bed I had bought from a local charity and then gifted back to them. I made sure to turn Dad to avoid bed sores. I kept him cheerful at all times by tuning to a Sindhi TV station from Sindh, the land of his birth, I surrounded him with flowers, family photos and kept his bed near the picture window. In the final weeks, I slept on the carpet beside his bed because his voice was too weak to be heard. He died in my arms. I think he did hear me calling out to him "Darling Dad".
The author has not accounted for the possibility of a debilitating illness like Parkinsons. It felled my Dad, a brilliant lawyer in India. I brought him to live with me in the US and took care of him until he passed away, in my home, literally in my arms. Thats the value of loving children
Why no marriage? No kids? What purpose does the double degree education serve? You could establish small scholarships for college kids to buy textbooks
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Be careful. My father had a wonderful law practice and thought he would practice forever. God decided otherwise. He developed PSP, a bad form of Parkinsons, in his 70s and slowly could no longer practice. He had put my sibling on his accounts. Result: My mother and he became virtually penniless. I had to support them. My father lived in my home for the last six years of his life. For Indians, living in a daughter's home is a cardinal sin. Until the end he would say "I am shameless. I am a beggar. I am living with my daughter". Moral for me: Keep your money close to your chest. You don't know when you will become disabled. Children and charity can wait until your death.
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Thank you Laura. When he went I was at peace knowing I had kept him cheerful and happy. He wanted his ashes to be immersed in the River Ganges, in India, although he had never entered a temple in his life. I fulfilled that wish too.
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Thanks I agree. The hospice persons who came were truly wonderful. I will never forget the kindnesses shown us by Princeton Hospital, the West Windsor police and First Aid Squad. The Squad remembered my regular contributions to their fund and ferried my Dad via ambulance at no cost, My husband had built a strong ramp to bring Dad into the house from the garage. I gave the ramp to the First Aid Squad which said it was the best one they had seen.
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I was called a "Murderer" for accepting the doctor's advice for hospice(in my home). I had brought my Dad to the US six years earlier as his PSP worsened. The care afforded was very limited because he did not have insurance coverage. Just few hours a week of compassionate care by Princeton Hospital in NJ. Dad lay in a hospital bed I had bought from a local charity and then gifted back to them. I made sure to turn Dad to avoid bed sores. I kept him cheerful at all times by tuning to a Sindhi TV station from Sindh, the land of his birth, I surrounded him with flowers, family photos and kept his bed near the picture window. In the final weeks, I slept on the carpet beside his bed because his voice was too weak to be heard. He died in my arms. I think he did hear me calling out to him "Darling Dad".
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The author has not accounted for the possibility of a debilitating illness like Parkinsons. It felled my Dad, a brilliant lawyer in India. I brought him to live with me in the US and took care of him until he passed away, in my home, literally in my arms. Thats the value of loving children
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Why no marriage? No kids? What purpose does the double degree education serve? You could establish small scholarships for college kids to buy textbooks
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Coud you please let me know which CCRCs charge $1000 deposits with low refundable fees? Would appreciate the info
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