A colleague of mine, along with her brothers, has been a faithful caretaker of her elderly parents. She was there to help them as their bodies succumbed to the illnesses which eventually led to their deaths—about two months apart from each other. Although she has the comfort of knowing their names are written in the Book of Life, there are still the mixed emotions that accompany the death of one’s parents.
Back in the early 1980s, my husband and I brought his mother into our home to live with us. Since I grew up with my maternal grandparents living on the first floor of our house, I was accustomed to an additional family member being present all the time. Having three generations living together, while at times challenging, is also quite rewarding. Children and the elderly have much in common and appreciate each other in ways that are beautiful to witness.