This past weekend, I took time off from work and went home to be with my grandparents because both were ill. My sister and I split our days in between being at the hospital with my grandma and the house with my granddad. I spent my nights with granddad and she spent her nights with Grandma. And we spent the days alternating between both. My parents are out of town, so my Mom calls us ALL day for status updates.
At times, you would think that my Mom was an only child. Well, my uncle also helps a lot but he lives in another city and his job isn't that flexible. But there's actually SEVEN of them and only two really carry the load. I watch how my grandparents' living conditions and their quality of life has decreased due to the people who make the decisions regarding their living/health. My grandparents worked extremely hard so that their 8 kids (1 deceased) could enjoy the finer things of life and live like they were part of a smaller family. They sacrificed and put God first, while instilling morals and values in their children. They were faithful servants to God and outstanding citizens in the community. And it hurts to see them in their latter years being treated like second class citizens by those they labored so diligently to provide for.
I can't help but wonder, where is the love? I am only a grandchild, the third generation, but my grandparents' teachings, character and integrity are embedded within me. I know God because of THEM. I have morals and values because of THEM. I know what LOVE is because of them. I value the sacred bond of marriage because of THEM. They were an excellent example of what a loving, long-lasting marriage should be. I love them with ALL my heart and want the best for them. So to see them being watched, not entertained....not taken places...not read to, but WATCHED, day in and day out, hurts my heart. It just seems like they are holding them hostage until death comes. I want SO much more for them. They were active in their daily life. They went to dinner often..they travelled.
I know it's easy for me to complain and voice my opinion because I don't live there. But if I was financially able, I'd take time off from work. I'd live with them and put my granddad in his wheelchair, put grandma in my car and we'd take daily outtings. I just feel like when you love someone, you do all you can and spend all the time you can with them while they're living. You pray for them and believe miracles for them because your love is SO strong that NOTHING is impossible. Despite all the diagnosis and conditions that they have been tagged with, my love and my faith in God pushes me to believe that they still have life ahead of them and I refuse to let them go.
But the way they have been treated by those they love so dearly hurts my heart. It shows me that people are selfish and thoughtless. How could you NOT want the best for someone who provided and cared for you...someone who showed you unconditional love...who doctored on your wounds and fought those battles that you were too young or too weak to fight?
Because you are so caught up in self and material things that you forget that one day, you too will age. And who will care for you? Will they show lack of concern for you as you have to your parents? God pays every man according his works.(Job 34:11) For whatever a man soweth, so shall he reap.(Gal. 6:7) If no one else sees you, GOD DOES. So watch yourself because it's coming back.♥
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At times, you would think that my Mom was an only child. Well, my uncle also helps a lot but he lives in another city and his job isn't that flexible. But there's actually SEVEN of them and only two really carry the load. I watch how my grandparents' living conditions and their quality of life has decreased due to the people who make the decisions regarding their living/health. My grandparents worked extremely hard so that their 8 kids (1 deceased) could enjoy the finer things of life and live like they were part of a smaller family. They sacrificed and put God first, while instilling morals and values in their children. They were faithful servants to God and outstanding citizens in the community. And it hurts to see them in their latter years being treated like second class citizens by those they labored so diligently to provide for.
I can't help but wonder, where is the love? I am only a grandchild, the third generation, but my grandparents' teachings, character and integrity are embedded within me. I know God because of THEM. I have morals and values because of THEM. I know what LOVE is because of them. I value the sacred bond of marriage because of THEM. They were an excellent example of what a loving, long-lasting marriage should be. I love them with ALL my heart and want the best for them. So to see them being watched, not entertained....not taken places...not read to, but WATCHED, day in and day out, hurts my heart. It just seems like they are holding them hostage until death comes. I want SO much more for them. They were active in their daily life. They went to dinner often..they travelled.
I know it's easy for me to complain and voice my opinion because I don't live there. But if I was financially able, I'd take time off from work. I'd live with them and put my granddad in his wheelchair, put grandma in my car and we'd take daily outtings. I just feel like when you love someone, you do all you can and spend all the time you can with them while they're living. You pray for them and believe miracles for them because your love is SO strong that NOTHING is impossible. Despite all the diagnosis and conditions that they have been tagged with, my love and my faith in God pushes me to believe that they still have life ahead of them and I refuse to let them go.
But the way they have been treated by those they love so dearly hurts my heart. It shows me that people are selfish and thoughtless. How could you NOT want the best for someone who provided and cared for you...someone who showed you unconditional love...who doctored on your wounds and fought those battles that you were too young or too weak to fight?
Because you are so caught up in self and material things that you forget that one day, you too will age. And who will care for you? Will they show lack of concern for you as you have to your parents? God pays every man according his works.(Job 34:11) For whatever a man soweth, so shall he reap.(Gal. 6:7) If no one else sees you, GOD DOES. So watch yourself because it's coming back.♥
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