Here I am…droopy eyed as usual….this is infusion week so often the fatigue is a bit more amplified than usual. If I keep moving (fingers & thoughts!) I’ll be just fine. I’m sure it would make a whole lot more sense to simply write earlier, but there’s something about the end of day for me that just works.
Today instead of writing about painful/challenging memories, I decided to write about those memories that are more sweet than bitter. These stories aren’t meant to mock my dad’s mental state – quite the contrary… you’ve heard the saying “you’ve got to laugh to keep from crying” – well, there’s a lot of truth to that statement! And honestly, when I recall my dad’s last year, I’d much rather think of his innocent mischief than agitated outbursts he couldn’t possibly control.
One more thing… this afternoon I was thinking about all the home caregivers out there – the individuals that for a good part, have put their personal lives on the back burner to care for someone in need. A significant sacrifice, that most days doesn’t feel like a sacrifice at all. But don’t kid yourself, everyone….I mean every single one needs help – they need a break – they MUST take time to refuel. If they don’t? EVERYONE loses in the long run. This was a lesson I didn’t want to learn – not because I didn’t need a break – because I feared falling apart so completely nothing of me would be left to move forward. That’s where God really steps in…and that’s where I’ll pick up tomorrow.
Celeta, your words seem to be timed as to what I need, when I need it. You are a blessing to many.
Awwww – so sweet – and thanks for sharing! No idea what season you’re in, but I know this to be true: God WILL see you through!
Hugs
Celeta