I thought this was going to be easier on you.  But, when I look in your eyes, I see





I thought this was going to be easier on me.  But, when I look into my heart, I feel





I question my decision every day.  Would things have been better if I’d let you stay in your own home?  Would you be happier?  The potential stair falls or car accidents  -would the chance of those happening have been worth you keeping your independence a little longer?  The heart questions what the mind knows to be true.  

We are facing the grim realities of aging, together.  It’s not pretty.  It’s not fun.  I’m learning that it does not matter where this takes place; in a small  home that one calls their own or in a high rise building that remains foreign and void.  In a dangerous place full of places to fall, intruders to barge in, and things to break down.  Or, in a safe place full of things made easier with no stairs, no fire, no strangers.  An easier place full of one daughter who loves and wants to protect you every day. 



FIve Minute Friday {Together}

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Together is a good thing.

Sit outside and watch the sun set.  Together.

Cook dinner.  Together.

Clean out the dishwasher.  Together.

Order a bottle of wine.  Drink it.  Together.

Read a great book.  Share it.  Together.

Go on a trip.  Enjoy the sights.  Together.

Experience the horrors and pain of cancer.  Together.

Get through cancer and never look back.  Together.

Take care of aging parents with similar stories.  Together.

Email.  Text.  Call.  Laugh.  500 miles apart.  Together.

Write a book.  Together.

Edit a book 500 miles apart and on the balcony at the same time.  Together.

Watch a movie.  Watch another movie.  Watch 15 more movies.  Together.

Write our stories.  Connect.  Together.

Small moments.  Big moments.  Together.

It doesn’t matter which. 

Together is a good thing.


Five Minute Friday {Laundry}

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I absolutely love doing laundry.  I don’t know why.  Maybe it’s because there is a definite beginning and a definite ending.  It’s a job I can start on a Saturday morning and actually finish on Saturday afternoon.  I love looking in my laundry hamper and seeing it EMPTY!  I’ve finished.  That feels good.

I also like it because of how great everything smells when it’s clean.  The whole house smells good.  Clean laundry smell.  It’s the best.

I think I like the folding of laundry, too.  Folding is the same as finishing a project – you fold it and put it away.

Getting that great “laundry finished feeling” is difficult when I’m on vacation.  Once, when I was in Las Vegas, we had a rented car and decided to go to a laundry mat to clean our clothes.  It just wasn’t the same.  Oh sure, we cleaned our clothes.  But we didn’t have our usual detergent, so the great smell just really wasn’t there.  Oh yes, we dried our clothes.  But we couldn’t wait all day for this process to end, so they were still damp when we took them out.  Clothes don’t fold well when they’re damp.  I do have some fond and funny memories of that day in the Las Vegas laundry mat, though.  I think it was called, “Strip and Dry”.  It was about 210 degrees in there (middle of July in Vegas!) and the clientele was a bit different.  We had fun wondering what they were washing and where those clothes had been.

To be continued in another post…..