Maybe for worriers, it’s a blessing to forget – what we cannot remember, we cannot fret. Somewhere in the middle, we may get stuck – then we’re totally, shit out of luck. Unless we have someone, standing right there – to give us a smile and offer us care. Being the one to get it done – can be a bit much and sometimes not fun. Being a part of a bigger team – that is the way, the way that redeems. : )
—from Living Is for Living: A Caregiver’s Story
Nice! Now do a haiku☺.
Just for you Darlene : )
The lake with its geese
“attached by a stream to Maine”
reminds Mom of home.