My Son's Aunt posted this on Facebook, and it was sooo powerful, i just had 2 share it here. My child, When i get old, I hope you'll understand,and have patience with me, in case i break the plate, or spill soup on the table because i am loosing my eyesight. I hope you don't yell at me. Older people are sensitive, alway's having self pity when you yell. When my hearing get's worse, and it's hard for me to hear what you are saying, I hope you don't call me Deaf. I'm sorry my child, i'm getting older.When my knees get weaker, I hope you will have the patience to help me get up.Like how I used to help you, while you were little, and just learning how to walk.Please bare with me, when i keep repeating myself, like a broken record. I hope you just keep listening to me. Please don't make fun of me, or get sick of listening to me. Do you remember when you were little, and you wanted a balloon ? You repeated yourself over and over, until you got what you wanted.Please, also pardon my smell. I smell like an old person. Please don't force me to shower. My old body is weak, and old people get sick easily when they are cold.I hope i don't gross you out. Do you remember when you were little ? I use to chase you around, because you didn't want to shower. I hope you can be patient with me, as i am alway's cranky. It's all a part of getting older. You'll understand when your older.If you have some spare time, i hope we can talk, even if just for a few minutes.I'm alway's all by myself, all the time, and have no one to talk to. I know your busy with work, but even if your not interested in my stories, please have time for me. Do you remember when you were little ? I use to listen to your stories , about your Teddy Bear. When the time comes, and i get bedridden, I hope you have the patience to take care of me. I'm sorry if I accidentally wet the bed, or make a mess. I hope you have the patience to care for me, in the last few moment's of my life. I'm not going to last much longer anyway.
When the time of my death approaches, I hope you'll hold my hand,and give me the strength to face death. Don't worry my child, when i meet our Creator, i will whisper into his ear, to bless you. Because you loved your Mom and Dad.
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