No one knew woman had been dead a year WIVB.com
It's a story that's being repeated all over America.
No, it's not "I've fallen and I can't get up." Those were the 1980's. This is now. That was then, this is now.
Nobody likes to talk about it. Nobody likes to think about it. Nobody wants to discuss it, let alone think that this is the ultimate in neglect.
Hey, I wonder where Grandma is? I haven't seen her in such a long time. Oh well. Gotta finish shaving and get ready for work.
Or a bank teller. "I wonder why Mrs. K hasn't stopped by to make a withdrawal in 6 months? Oh well, gotta get ready for that meeting. I hear I am getting a promotion. Hope its true!"
Or a utility worker. "Hey why doesnt that old bitch get out here and PICK UP ALL THIS TRASH. Oh well. Lunch break people!!!"
Or even the cops. "Hey!! ! You ok in there? Hm, I don't see anyone. Oh well, back to the station, I hear Chief brought donuts!!!"
Meanwhile, 50 cats: NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM
And, PTOOIE when the meat goes bad. Because Grandma is shovel ready and no one knows it. Laying dead on the floor, writing Johann Sebastian Bach in reverse... or decomposing. Hey I was trying to be nice!!! How dare she, depriving that poor mortician of the $75,000 he could have made getting her all pretty for an open casket funeral.
Wow, people, just... wow.
I can only hope that I would die that way... surrounded by the walls of my own home. Not tied to a bed, not sitting in my own shit, not hooked up to a feeding tube, not having a thousand fucking lawyers or greedy kids shove pieces of paper in my face for me to sign away everything I own, all my rights, etc. And not having my adult children stand over my dying body, arguing venomously with each other as to who gets what. Come to think of it I'm all set... my last will and testament is done. So there should be no argument as to who gets what. I don't have that much to my name anyway.
You have to wonder if this is really neglect, or is the reverse true. For every one elderly person found dead after a period of time that no one hears from them, there are 1,000 languishing in nursing homes, 50 of which spend the night in their own feces, 200 of which have bedsores.... 900 of which are treated with disdain by nursing home employees, 7 of whom suffer rape, 90 of whom suffer nursing home neglect, and half of whom linger there year after year never hearing from their families until they croak one day and the family shows up to claim their belongings.
Fuck all of that. I'd rather die in my house!
It's a given that the elderly folks are no longer treasures of knowledge, experience and wisdom to be cherished, at least in most peoples minds. It's also a given that once they become incapacitated, they are looked at as burdens. Never mind that they contributed their fair share. Never mind that they raised families, never mind they worked their asses off so you and I could enjoy the fruits of their labor, all that is gone once Grandma has a stroke or suffers from Alzheimer's. They become useless eaters. (At least in the minds of the younger generation)
You have to wonder where the priorities are sometimes.
You pity Grandma... I envy her... at least this one. No way in hell do I want someone making money off my final days of suffering.
I'll die in my own house thanks.
And if you have to collect me like so much garbage, have at it. You'll have to own up to the fact that it was YOU who didn't give a shit enough about your elders, to help them out, check on them, etc. It was YOU who didn't care.
Better that, than have my final exit planned by one of Obamacare's DEATH PANELS.
It's a story that's being repeated all over America.
No, it's not "I've fallen and I can't get up." Those were the 1980's. This is now. That was then, this is now.
Nobody likes to talk about it. Nobody likes to think about it. Nobody wants to discuss it, let alone think that this is the ultimate in neglect.
Hey, I wonder where Grandma is? I haven't seen her in such a long time. Oh well. Gotta finish shaving and get ready for work.
Or a bank teller. "I wonder why Mrs. K hasn't stopped by to make a withdrawal in 6 months? Oh well, gotta get ready for that meeting. I hear I am getting a promotion. Hope its true!"
Or a utility worker. "Hey why doesnt that old bitch get out here and PICK UP ALL THIS TRASH. Oh well. Lunch break people!!!"
Or even the cops. "Hey!! ! You ok in there? Hm, I don't see anyone. Oh well, back to the station, I hear Chief brought donuts!!!"
Meanwhile, 50 cats: NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM
And, PTOOIE when the meat goes bad. Because Grandma is shovel ready and no one knows it. Laying dead on the floor, writing Johann Sebastian Bach in reverse... or decomposing. Hey I was trying to be nice!!! How dare she, depriving that poor mortician of the $75,000 he could have made getting her all pretty for an open casket funeral.
Wow, people, just... wow.
I can only hope that I would die that way... surrounded by the walls of my own home. Not tied to a bed, not sitting in my own shit, not hooked up to a feeding tube, not having a thousand fucking lawyers or greedy kids shove pieces of paper in my face for me to sign away everything I own, all my rights, etc. And not having my adult children stand over my dying body, arguing venomously with each other as to who gets what. Come to think of it I'm all set... my last will and testament is done. So there should be no argument as to who gets what. I don't have that much to my name anyway.
You have to wonder if this is really neglect, or is the reverse true. For every one elderly person found dead after a period of time that no one hears from them, there are 1,000 languishing in nursing homes, 50 of which spend the night in their own feces, 200 of which have bedsores.... 900 of which are treated with disdain by nursing home employees, 7 of whom suffer rape, 90 of whom suffer nursing home neglect, and half of whom linger there year after year never hearing from their families until they croak one day and the family shows up to claim their belongings.
Fuck all of that. I'd rather die in my house!
It's a given that the elderly folks are no longer treasures of knowledge, experience and wisdom to be cherished, at least in most peoples minds. It's also a given that once they become incapacitated, they are looked at as burdens. Never mind that they contributed their fair share. Never mind that they raised families, never mind they worked their asses off so you and I could enjoy the fruits of their labor, all that is gone once Grandma has a stroke or suffers from Alzheimer's. They become useless eaters. (At least in the minds of the younger generation)
You have to wonder where the priorities are sometimes.
You pity Grandma... I envy her... at least this one. No way in hell do I want someone making money off my final days of suffering.
I'll die in my own house thanks.
And if you have to collect me like so much garbage, have at it. You'll have to own up to the fact that it was YOU who didn't give a shit enough about your elders, to help them out, check on them, etc. It was YOU who didn't care.
Better that, than have my final exit planned by one of Obamacare's DEATH PANELS.
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