I got one heck of a tongue lashing today. If you are not familiar with the term here’s a simple definition “a loud or severe scolding”. Apparently my 89-year old relative is out living his life to the fullest today, or at least that is what I assume. My aunt called me because she called him and he didn’t answer.
I reminded her that I live over 300 miles away from him and I assume he’s out shopping or perhaps having lunch with some friends. She was not satisfied with the answer. “He could be in real trouble.”
“Yes, he certainly could. He chooses to live where he does for a reason. He doesn’t want to live with any of us or even closer. Our phone numbers are at the house, in his wallet and in the car (he is not supposed to drive) in case for some reason things get out of hand.
She then insisted that her name should be on the list of people to call. I just said, “Well the next time you get out that way go ahead and add it to the list if he will let you. He is in charge of his life and he likes it that way.”
I would be I will get several more calls today. If it continues I guess I could recommend they call for a wellness check. I think he’s probably out and about doing Christmas shopping or having lunch. So people are obsessive worriers.
I can relate, Tony did not want any of his family to know where he lived or even call him. Every now and then he would call one ( the gossip) so he would spread that he was okay.
If you want one piece of advice I can give it to you.
Stop answering the phone, does wonders for our lives.
I could probably do that at least eight hours of my day.
I had learned to do it A LOT when Tony was so sick.
there is a parable about the basket that we carry. What is in the basket is the things people give us to hold safely. your basket has much in it. No one would fault you if you put it down, from time to time!
I agree with this! 100% because I know all about how heavy it can get.
you do know about carrying a heavy burden!
Oh, they fault me. Everywhere I turn. And that is just life I guess.
well fault is an interesting thing. When someone says it is your fault, and points the fickle finger of doom. they should sometimes have two fingers pointing. One at you, one at themselves.
fault is something we accept. given you have to suspect the why of fault!
Maybe he’s saying to himself, “Freedom, yey!!!”
I get it. I just don’t really don’t like to be all involved.
I used to call the local police to do a welfare check on my Dad, he was 500 miles away. I worried when he didn’t answer the phone.