|My Mom and Dad before their 50th wedding anniversary in 2007|
9. At 1:07am I awaken, hearing the muted sound of my parents voices through the wall. Then I hear her walker as he helps her down the hall. I want to get up to help but I know they need to do this by themselves. I'm leaving
At 1:43 things quiet down again. I have reached that time in my life. Children
My story with my Mom begins H.E.R.E at this blog and it's been a gift hard from that point.
I'm so thankful for my story with my Mom. With my Dad. I am who I am today because of the foundational years from them.
And I would be very remiss if I left out my Thanksgiving for my brother and his wonderful wife - who became my sister when they married.
Friday, January 11, 2013
A Gift Hard in Caring For My Parents
First published in November 2012