warning: there may be extreme expressions of emotions and sentimentality that some may find offensive. For those who are or know my family you will understand I hope.
After bringing my mother home she wanted to visit dad as it was their anniversary and insisted on taking herself. She came home in tears, overly tired and exhausted. It had been one of his difficult days and nothing she did or said could please him. This journey...this transition will be a perilous adventure for all of us. A friend talked to me before i left about how to handle it all without being engulfed by the emotions. She suggested I hold the space...be there but don't try to 'fix' everything. I am practicing holding the space, pausing, responding not just reacting and, most of all I am practicing breathing and trying to be in the moment.
Later my sister, my mom and I enjoyed a pleasant evening talking and laughing and just being with each other. It was a gift that I will cherish. I have always loved my family but times like these make you realize even more about each of them and yourself. My sister is a beautiful, generous, tender-hearted soul. My mother loving, lion-hearted and brave. Despite the difficulties ahead I love being with them. I am grateful I have the time to be here to help if I can.
I will spend the summer here and we will see...