Comments on: The Amazing Grace of Caregivers

by: karin

Tue, 13 Mar 2007 14:15:47 +0000

Thanks for the comments! I love the rooster story.

by: Mary Sue Farley

Mon, 12 Mar 2007 00:30:21 +0000

your column made me think of my mother who has been gone for several years. I was telling my husband that it hurt so much to think about her because when I did I remembered her more as being sick than well and it hurt too much. He never really knew my mother because she was already getting sick by the time he meet her but he told me what he remembered most about her was something she did while she was sick. My brother had the meanest rooster in W.VA. That rooster chased everyone out of my mom and dads yard. My dad got many a laugh out of watching that rooster run EVERONE and I mean eveyone out of the yard. Anyway back to my mother. Everytime the rooster would chase someone out of the yard she would go out and kick that mean old rooster. The rooster never hurt my mother not once. My mother was in the final stages of alzheimers by this time. Now when I think of my mother I remember and laugh instead of cry. Thanks for bringing this memory to me again by reading your column

by: Michelle Bowers

Sat, 10 Mar 2007 22:22:54 +0000

Hi Karin,

I really liked your article — in fact, the first thing that came to my mind was that you are a good writer and would be an asset and might enjoy being part of a writing group. I am from S.C. and married and moved here in May. In S.C. I belonged to a women’s writers group and I loved it. It was a really nice way to be with people who are also working on a novel, short stories, a book of poetry,etc… share your thoughts and get feed back from a supportive group. I would like to form or join a writer’s group in Charleston and have put up a small poster in Taylor’s Books and in the main library. The posters were for a women’s writers group and I haven’t received any responses.

After reading your second blog, I thought that you might be interested and/or have some ideas.

by: maicomike

Tue, 06 Mar 2007 14:14:40 +0000

That kind care and devotion may be the purest form of love one can give.

My grandmother was in the early stages of Alzheimer’s didease when she passed away after suffering a stroke. She was a very independent, vibrant, and sometimes outspoken and opinionated lady (who fried the best bacon and baked the best cherry pies that ever graced a table!), and I’m sure that, given a choice, she would have preferred physical death to the living, breathing, walking death that is Alzheimer’s disease. I thank God that she was spared that, and would not wish it on anyone.

by: Stephen Alan Vornchuck

Mon, 05 Mar 2007 11:50:03 +0000

In our culture the people who receive the greatest homage are those who stand on a stage or appear on a screen, play in a stadium or hold a high office. We call them celebrities. We pay absolutely no attention and provide no honors to those far more deserving of our accolades like the people you mentioned. There are so many others like them who quietly and without reward devote years of their lives performing acts of caring for no other reason than it is simply the right thing to do. They wield no power over the multitudes, receive no adoration from the throngs, and no gigantic paychecks. It is not power, fame, or fortune that drives them but simple selflessness the likes of which humbles me to my core. And whenever reminded, as in your commentary that such worthy souls walk among us I find myself, while thinking about them, reciting aloud the final lines of Kipling’s poem in metaphoric praise-

Though (life’s) belted you and flayed you, By the livin’ Gawd that made you, You’re a better man than I am, Gunga Din!