Ted Rall for May 30, 2019

agh! Sorry Ted.

:’(

Mr. Rall, Thank you for writing about your beloved Mother. She is a hero to me, and I would not have known about her if you had not shared her story with your readers. I hope this in some way makes your grief better knowing how much we love your work, and care about both you and your Mother.

Something similar happened to my grandmother when she broke her hip alone in her home and was discovered by her minister, who decided to visit her that day. Though I’m sorry to hear Mother Rall’s story didn’t have a better ending.

Oh dear. My father died falling in the bathroom, he was 90. His caretaker found him. Sad fact of getting old.

This is how my step mother died, and she was only in her 60’s.

Best wishes and a strong recovery, Mrs. Rall.

Similar thing happened to my mother-in-law, but with better results. All those “I’ve fallen” commercials are funny, until they aren’t.

Sincerely, you’re in my thoughts and prayers.

Mr. Rall, I am so sorry. Bless you for letting your mother stay in her own space; SO much better for her spirits, until it was time to go. Good son, good son!

My mother had a bathroom fall in a friend’s house on the other side of the continent. Stayed in a nursing home there until she died about 12 years later.

As a social worker who has worked in both mental health and adult protective services, I have seen this tragedy many times. So many times it begins with what would otherwise be a relatively minor injury – a broken wrist, a bump on the head – that begins the downward spiral. It is so very, very sad. Thanks for sharing this story, Mr. Rall.

In days of old… extended family living under the same roof was the norm. . living alone was rare. Given that for many young people rent is an onerous burden.. it is too bad that sharing a home later in life can not be a more acceptable practice.. A win win, that single senior has some companionship / help in exchange for free or reasonable rent. I know.. many arguments against it.. but.

There are no words that can express how much all of us feel for your loss . When you lose someone you love, you never get over it… But somehow we do get beyond it… that’s the only hope we have to keep on living the way our loved ones would want for us to live. There are simply no words to take away the pain, because the person we want to hear them from is not here anymore. You are in my prayers.

So sorry about Your Mom . As a Son who also lost My Mom Guilt wants to creep in don’t go there remember all the other Years of happiness & better health. again so sorry

Ted, we do care very much about each other — and it shows at times like this — as it is our nature, … so different than contrived ideologies/philosophies that the aberrant self-centered factions try to use to artificially divide us. Be well, we do care.

ALWAYS carry your cell phone with you. As long as you are conscious, or when you again become conscious, help is just three finger punches away. My kids laugh at my tiny flip phone. It doesn’t pick up the internet etc, but it fits in any pocket, and is easy to get to if you are in an awkward position. I actually have a newer phone, it takes great pictures, and I check my email with it when I’m waiting in someone’s office, but my handy little flip phone is my security blanket.

What an awful occurrence. I’m sorry.

Thank you Louann. I agree.

Wow, my Mom too.

This gives me an especially hard sting as my wife of 45 years is struggling with CHF and physical mobility issues due to a fall a few years ago. I can say nothing to make your suffering any better, Ted; I only can say that I do understand on a very deep level.

I’m sorry for your loss. My mother died in November. She had been provided with a button. But she hadn’t pushed it. She did die at home. Alone in her sleep.

{{HUGS}} Ted ♥

Thank you for sharing this, Ted. I lost my mom a month and a half ago - you help me with the grief time-payments. [tears] . You’re a good man and there is a deepening in your comic panels now … the hero’s ‘dark journey’ in the cave has its rewards -— but it still hurts like hell sometimes. Namaste.

My wife of 45 years passed away in March after being diagnosed with lung cancer.3 months. She chose to stay at home with me. Our three kids came home and helped me help her. My wife had a lot of courage and passed peacefully. My friends have been supportive but she was the center of my life. The nights have become very long.

My MIL fell and broke a hip and wrist with the same result. When she didn’t answer her phone one Sunday morning…I went to check on her. Your cartoon has much truth. Thank you.