Reflections of a Daughter of the Silent Generation and Mother of Generation Y
That first Mother’s Day since Mom died, I looked at our kids with a deep sense of connection, to them and to her, thankful for the understanding that missing Mom wasn’t an “either/or,” it was an “and.” I felt sad and I felt glad.
—excerpt from Living Is for Living: A Caregiver’s Story
Little did Dad know when he made up Douglas the Rabbit stories for us kids, that someday I’d share them with my kids; little did I know that the stories I wrote down to remember Dad after he died, would someday entertain Mom, when she could no longer get out of bed.
—excerpt from Living Is for Living: A Caregiver’s Story
There were moments, when nothing seemed as it was and everything seemed newly tenuous. Dad’s “we shall see” and “bottom line” and Mom’s “living is for living” and “aren’t we lucky” reminded me to be patient, to simplify, to let go of fear, and to count our blessings.
—excerpt from Living Is for Living: A Caregiver’s Story
