Originally Posted by ARCOgraphite
I lost my mom a couple years ago. She was 97. She had a heart attack when swimming when she was 87. Had a stent implanted.
She had hard time on thinners, so went to 81mg aspirin regimen instead.
Cherish all the time you can spend. Even the rough days. Also get some stories from her youth that would be lost in time.
Be well, the both of you
My mother died 25 years ago this week. The last of her generation (in-law) died in 2005. I can't stress enough the importance of getting family stories out there--hopefully recorded. When the older generation's gone, there's always the first time when you say: "Who did that in 1925?"--or maybe 1965 and there's no one to tell you.
When I was a very small kid, I remember hearing that a member of my grandmother's family (she was born in 1879), died in the Australian outback. He was supposed to have drank the blood of a sheep. Probably heard this when I was five years old, no other members of my family remember it, and my cousins are all in their seventies and eighties and starting to drop off this mortal coil themselves. That story is like a little smudge in time, my grandmother probably had the details, but she died in 1959. Her mother's family had money, so it was probably a great uncle or somebody, but when I die the last proto memory will be lost.
