Labor Day, after everyone left, leaving me and the dogs, I spent several hours doing the laundry, covering the boat, taking down the flag, moving things around, packing things up. Mom was with me every step of the way I realized as I stored the paddles behind the bathroom door, like she used to do. Sometimes what looks like a burden is actually an opportunity to heal.
—excerpt from Living Is for Living: A Caregiver’s Story
It is always my intent, after reading one of your “joy of caring” thoughts, to write and tell you how beautiful your words are. The care you gave your Mom was so amazing…as is the care you are still giving her “from afar”. She, of course, knows the love you gave her.
Your writing is so beautiful. I’m sure it helps you to heal. Don’t ever stop writing.
Thank you, Ms. Lomack, your words mean so much to me, especially cuz you knew my Mom, way back when. Thank you, too, for giving me a safe place to hide out in middle school, when stress sometimes got the best of me – back before I had the words for that and called it a stomach ache instead: )
Lovely thoughts.
Thank you Sally, sending love your way.
Love you Terry.
Grateful for that – Love you too Robin.