Join Date: Aug 2006
My dad once told me - eye to eye, and very seriously (after telling me I was the executor of the will) - that'd I'd never have to tend to his personal needs in old age. He put it as "wipe my arse". The clear message was he would be prepared to take matters into his own hands.
Twenty years on, and a knee replacement, followed by an injury to his good knee, meant he was immobile. I didn't quite have to go there, but it was in that space. He looked at me, squarely, and thanked me, while apologising.
Time takes us to different places and makes us into different things, I suppose.
Paul - all best wishes, and thank you for raising this.