gamedic
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My mother and father both declined in health about five years ago. I built my house next to them to look after them. my parents were poor, we lived below the poverty level until I was an adult and was able to support them. They had no type of insurance or savings to help out. I never thought about all the countless hours I spent looking after my parents It wasn't a chore to me I loved my parents and didn't care at all to do anything they asked. Although they never asked much. My mother had copd and chf and gradually her breathing became so bad that I put a button next to her bed so all she had to do was push it and it would set off an alarm at my house and set off a pager that I carried as well. The last 2 years she was alive she went into respiratory arrest several times. I would hear the alarm and tear off through the darkness from my door to theirs and assist her ventilation so she could breathe until the ambulance arrived. I am a paramedic and my coworkers always knew just where to come it became a weekly thing. I was actually working on the ambulance the night my wife called me crying and told me she thought my mother was dead. I placed the cardiac monitor on my own mother confirmed she had passed away. after the funeral my father moved in with us. He was just beginning to show the first signs of alzheimers. The alzheimers quickly became worse over the next three years. My father lost his mind, but was still much stronger and mobile than most eighty something year old men. He would get out of the house and try to wonder off. My wife would have to heard him back in if I was at work and struggle with him all night long. He would sleep all day, but when the sun went down it was on. We neither one got any sleep for those years and nearly went bankrupt because of all the work I had to miss. He also busted the windows out of my house and broke my furniture. Ofcourse he meant no harm he was confused and lost in his own mind. Eventually I had no choice but to put him in a nursing home and spent the next year and a half visiting him almost every day. I wasn't alone my sister helped almost as much as my wife did. It was very hard on both of them when my parents passed away. Now let's talk about my brother. He is the reason for this rant anyway. We split my mothers funeral cost among us and paid it, well most of it. For some reason my chunk was bigger than the rest and i'm still working on my part. When my father passed away in march we decided to split his funeral also. My brother hasn,t paid a thing and today he said he wasn't going to pay a thing until I give him my fathers guns. He may have seen my parents 4 times in the last 5 years and he sure didn,t help my sister or my wife and I care for our parents not one time. Now he wants to take my fathers guns when he never lifted a finger to help us when we needed it most. I am sure something similar has happened to some one on this forum. A fathers guns are always wanted by their children. What would you guys do. Thanks for tolerating my rant.
