I’ve grown highly aware of all the versions of me that have existed like ripples through my lifetime. Not only the ones streaming farther away from me now as I grow older but also the ones left to come through me.
Read moreCommune
I sold my mothers dining room table last night. One of the last things my mother mentioned to me, in her right mind, was what a poor job I was doing taking care of it. She was right but I like to believe it came alive in the second part of it’s life, rather than sitting lonely in a room waiting for people to commune around it only a few times a month.
Read moreSometimes
She said to me, “How about we stick together so none of us get lost?” I asked her if she keeps getting lost and she said, “Sometimes.” The moment has been haunting me a little since we had it.
Read moreAn Old Song on the Radio
Just another old song on the radio
And I can’t seem to remember my soul
The words come and some I let go
I’m anchored by what I can’t control.
Mon Day
I sat there like it was a park bench on a beautiful day, looking out across the expense. My heart was breaking, my eyes tearing, all the while not surprised by this result. I kept reasoning, “This the natural progression of dementia. The goal is to help her let go.” Perhaps I had to let go too.
Read moreThe Little Things We Do
A truth born in the spirit of connection and understanding of this wonderful world: so heartbreakingly beautiful, so abundantly lonely.
Read moreMoment of Clarity
She was breathing heavy. It had been silent for a stretch and then she asked me if I even remember my childhood fondly? It took me by surprise, like a chess move when your opponent is not at the same skill level but makes a strategic move. I vacillated between telling her the truth and reassuring her.
Read moreDisconnected
Deb cut that cord this week, I would’ve done it a year ago without much thought to save money. As that line fell away, I sensed the end of an era; the releasing of an anchor I have carried for my entire life.
Read moreA Mirage
It is yet another mirage I try to set my sights on to to make this journey easier. I wish there was a way to release her. I wish there was a way she could release herself.
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