My brother rocks
Aug. 27th, 2004 12:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
susandennisSo my sister got back on her high horse again today. Using Mom's computer (yes, you now how I will spend my Sunday - cleaning it all up again) she sends an e-mail out saying that Mom has really deteriorated and after she leaves on Saturday, one of us needs to make plans to get there right away and yadda yadda yadda....
I was writing a reply that basically suggested that since she hadn't seen Mom in about two years it could be that some of the deterioriation is not necessarily tied to this particular episode. But when I got to the part in the note where I was suggesting where she could fucking stick it, I had a work fire drill and had to interupt myself. By the time I got back to it, there was an enormously tackful note from my brother pointing this out.
He also said that while it's been lovely to have my sister and her three children wait on Mom hand and foot, it probably won't be a help going forward. At some point she either needs to be able to do for herself or come to her own realization that she cannot and so must give up her apartment. He allowed as how my daily phone calls with her (and e-mail when she gets to her computer again) his trips up there every couple of months and when needed will work fine.
All I had to do was reply all and say 'ditto'. Saved a big old ugly mess. He gets yet another GoodJob checkmark today!
I was writing a reply that basically suggested that since she hadn't seen Mom in about two years it could be that some of the deterioriation is not necessarily tied to this particular episode. But when I got to the part in the note where I was suggesting where she could fucking stick it, I had a work fire drill and had to interupt myself. By the time I got back to it, there was an enormously tackful note from my brother pointing this out.
He also said that while it's been lovely to have my sister and her three children wait on Mom hand and foot, it probably won't be a help going forward. At some point she either needs to be able to do for herself or come to her own realization that she cannot and so must give up her apartment. He allowed as how my daily phone calls with her (and e-mail when she gets to her computer again) his trips up there every couple of months and when needed will work fine.
All I had to do was reply all and say 'ditto'. Saved a big old ugly mess. He gets yet another GoodJob checkmark today!
