This aging parent journey is not always a smooth and uneventful ride. I find myself trying to catch up to a locomotive that left the station long before I arrived; but Im here. Exhausted. Frustrated. Emotionally drained. But I am here, present and accounted for. My presence is not required; we were never raised to believe we owed our parents anything. But my presence is expected; we were raised to believe Gods commandment to honor thy mother and thy father. Im honored to serve my mother and Im honestly scared to death, but I do it afraid and I know that I dont do it alone (👍). Every morning the sun rises and without fail reports for duty and so do I. My labor of love is made easier by the daily prayer that awakens me from one very dear friend and the sincere and unsolicited offers of support from friends who have become family, family who have loved my mother forever and even one whose life was touched by mother when she was yet her student and later became a daughter and friend to my mom. I cannot tell you how Ive been blessed by each of you and how your simple acts of love give me a renewed strength. When I get a text or call checking in and on me, when I receive invitations with suggestions on how to end a usually taxing day, it reminds me that I am loved and pretty darn special to have any one of you on my team. If I dont get back to you right away, know thats its not my heart but that I only have to arms and they are weighed down heavy (JW). My dog probably believes hes been reassigned to a new address an my girlfriend may believe I pulled the ghetto drop off with Bruno, lol, as a few days has turned into nearly 3 weeks (I thank you for your patience with me and I owe you big time, Shari ). Time to the slay the dragons. Good morning. I love you.
Posted on: Thu, 10 Jul 2014 12:34:43 +0000
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