Anonymous wrote:I visited my (local) critically ill father at least weekly - he was in skilled nursing in a rehabilitation facility.
At the time, I was a SAHM with 3DC all school-age. I had been the go-to volunteer and all-around reliable chaperone, neighbor, carpool driver, team mom, you name it, here to help.
The silence was deafening; all I got in return was faux laments that “it’s been awhile” and “we never see you” or “we miss you at wherever - let us know when you can help.”
I did explain and answer that my father had dementia, I was spending time trying to help my parents, where he was living, etc. but zero and I mean zero kind responses. Maybe because I was younger (late 40s) and my peer group hadn’t yet confronted any of these issues?
I do think that’s part of it. Admittedly I didn’t think of how to help when my friends had sick parents who died some years ago. I did send flowers when a parent passed, and I’d attend funerals, but now I know how hard it is, I would do more. People who send a text ‘oh sorry to hear that, let’s get together soon!’ probably mean well, but it shows a lack of good breeding.