I was born in May 1969 to an elder Dad and an unbelieving Mom - the wierd thing is that my Dad was younger then (32) than I am now (35) and really believed that he would not get old. He is now 67 years old, arthritic with one kidney, looking after my Mom who herself has many health problems. How ironic that out of his 3 kids (I've 2 older brothers, both elders) it is me - the "worldly" offspring and my husband and kids who see my parents most regularly. One brother sees them every week - only ever at my parents house (never asks them back to their own home) to be fed and watered and to borrow their car, the other only sees them once or twice a month when he's not being "a very busy person". Yet I make time to take my family to see them every week, have them over for Xmas dinner, spoil them on special occasions (+ extra treats), take them to the theatre etc.
I don't want to sound sancitmonious (sp?) but I hope that I always do my best by everyone, so how sad that my Dad and brothers believe themselves to be more worthy of saving than me and mine.
Oh well in another 35 yrs my parents will be gone and my brothers will still be deluding themselves that "the end is nigh"
