Originally posted by Very RustyIt's not death, it's the loss of friends and family.
There is nothing to fear about death!
All of us are born to die, no one is going to live forever.
Just accept it, embrace it, and live your life as best you can.
A good friend of mine lost his father at a young age and essentially raised his two younger brothers. He's a great dad himself now, but, everything he does is a tribute to his own father. He always wishes that he could call him up and share something special with him. It's a hole in his life that can't easily be filled. Such is death for me.
Originally posted by SunburntExactly my feelings. Rec'd.
As usual, a thread that could have been good is ruined by GB and VR's litter.
I won't read through it and if I didn't respect you like I do I would probably not leave a post, but here's my ten cents, because when people talk about death, I cannot help but share my thoughts on the matter:
Nursing homes do the job we can't/won't do. It is especially di ...[text shortened]... pt to live forever simply for the chance to see what happens to humanity.
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Originally posted by Hand of Hecatemy granddad has been in a nursing home for 2 or 3 years now, he has dementia and i haven't seen him in hhmm, 6 or 7 years. to be honest i'd never thought about going to see the guy, if there was ever a case for euthanasia it's him. that was until i watched an eastern european film, it was spilt into two parts one of them was a story of a woman who worked in an old peoples nursing home, made me want to go and visit the guy. not because i wanted to see him, not that he would notice or get anything out of it but because i was curious, i wanted to see if the two nursing homes would compare to each other. i thought the film did an excellent job of showing the workings of the nursing home, or at least what i perceived it to be like. a group of older people, many not knowing were they where/who they are pretty much floating around each day waiting to die. what a depressing place that must be to work in.
I visited a nursing home the other day to see a sick friend stricken with ALS.
The smell always leaves a lasting impression. Slightly chemical, cleaners and solvents masking an almost sweet sickly odor of living death and decay.
What does despair smell like? What do hopes, dreams and fading memories feel like as they slip through your finger ...[text shortened]... right to take your own life be inalienable?
If you could live forever, would you want to?
that was about 3 months ago and i haven't been yet, i'd actually forgotten about it until reading your thread but the memories of the film are rushing back (apart from its name) and i think i'll make that trip to see the nursing home to see deaths waiting room. why not?
Originally posted by trev33Go visit him. You'll regret not having done it if you wait too long. And it might mean a lot to your granddad, even if he may not be able to show it. It's very difficult to know what's going on in the head of a person with advanced dementia, but sometimes you can see glimpses of recognition, understanding or emotion that show that there is still someone in there, and it is very possible that they understand and feel more than we think. Of course this makes the sad state of most nursing homes even more depressing. I think that with improved services, most people with dementia could have lives well worth living.
my granddad has been in a nursing home for 2 or 3 years now, he has dementia and i haven't seen him in hhmm, 6 or 7 years. to be honest i'd never thought about going to see the guy, if there was ever a case for euthanasia it's him. that was until i watched an eastern european film, it was spilt into two parts one of them was a story of a woman who worked in a ...[text shortened]... d i think i'll make that trip to see the nursing home to see deaths waiting room. why not?
Generally, it's incredibly difficult to decide when a life is worth living. During my grandmother's (who died at the age of 100) last years we sometimes wondered if it wouldn't be better for her to die. Most of the time she was confused and disoriented, and her state of confusion and loss of memory clearly bothered her a lot. When she lost the ability to walk, she had to move from my parents' home to one of those depressing nursing homes. And yet, there were those moments when she expressed very clearly that she enjoyed life. Memory loss can be good sometimes - during those enjoyable times she probably didn't remember all the bad times. Can some good moments weigh up for lots of bad ones? I really don't know.