It was the Best of Times.....it was the Worst of Times...
This Charles Dickens' line seems to sum up my life of the past 7 years. These few years or so have been both amazing (birth of my 5 grandchildren) and heartbreaking. In this short period, I unwillingly became a divorcee after 36 years
|Mom and Dad (Anthony & Jean Pitrone)|
I never expected to go through a messy break-up after 40 years with one man, nor had I envisioned nursing my parents in their senior years.
|Nine Pitrone Siblings with their dad|
We had some minor challenges, but we gave the most loving, tender and compassionate care to our parents.
For those 6 years, it was us siblings who took care of the doctor appointments, medications, shopping, finances, cleaning house, dinners every night (breakfast and lunches, too) and even the all-important recreation (making sure our parents could get out and still experience life, no matter how difficult). We were fortunate to be able to keep them in their own home. My dad lived to be 100 and my mom to 87, so I always thought longevity was in my genes...
|Typical Joe and Jeanine|
|Joey hocking tickets at the |
Kid Rock Concert we attended
More recently, when Joe and Jeanine were waiting for the finishing touches to be put on the beautiful lake house they were building, I was blessed to have them stay with me for a couple weeks.
|Family Boat Trip|
|Joe and Jeanine with their 4 girls|
and our dad on his 100th