tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670201345837905864.post1040178465660874432..comments2023-06-17T03:38:57.128-04:00Comments on The Squashed Bologna: a slice of life in the sandwich generation: Grief’s Half LifeVardahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13542045802860922751noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670201345837905864.post-51940153042444613692010-05-30T23:51:57.677-04:002010-05-30T23:51:57.677-04:00I have been where you are now with the parents. Yo...I have been where you are now with the parents. You have all my good thoughts coming your way. It is so hard to see ones parents turn into children before our eyes. I remember my once strong proud father reduced to wearing diapers and so thin. A mere shadow of himself. It is true, there comes a point where it is harder for those left behind remembering than for those that are going. <br />Thanks for your visit to my blog. Im glad also to have 'met' you. Im now your 10th follower.nachohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15569223180072244956noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670201345837905864.post-85815953538083901632010-04-28T09:29:03.855-04:002010-04-28T09:29:03.855-04:00I came here from spirit of the river. I too am st...I came here from spirit of the river. I too am stuck in a sandwich and often find it difficult. Lovely writing.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com