One Year Ago
Written about one year ago, this was the first piece I ever wrote about caregiving. It was suppose to be my first blog post about this new role. Yesterday I put down Sally, my sweet dog of 13 years instead of taking my mother's check book away from her because she has Alzheimer's, and she can't keep track of her paperwork anymore. Not a very nice swap if you ask me. When I came home from the vet's office with my husband, I went for a walk in the woods by myself. He couldn't come with me because he has Parkinson's Disease and the beginnings of the associated dementia. He was once my beloved man of the woods. It was he who introduced me to the breath and spirit of the woods. A place where the ebb and flow of time feels so right. And where the air is always sweet and rejuvenating. Even yesterday I could feel it. I breathed deep and long - hoping to hold on to it through the long days I knew I had ahead of me. So that's kind of it. There is more of cours