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WHEREVER YOU ARE, MY LOVE WON’T BE FAR
My father’s life revolved around his nurses. When he felt his nurse was attentive, he had a good day. When I came to visit him, he would sometimes say to me, “I had such a great nurse whom I wish you could meet!” He told me most mornings were quite difficult because he had a nurse who was all business. He described himself as a “sack of potatoes.” Omar was a special nurse and my father adored him. He was very caring and kind to my father. For the past few weeks, Omar often got my father ready before I came to take my father to my home for dinner. There was so much humanity for me, meeting this kind man who would change my father’s soiled diaper so he would have that “over with” before coming to my home. He allowed my father so much dignity under such difficult circumstances! Continue reading
TO SOMEWHERE UNKNOWN
Only two weeks ago, I wrote a story comparing the death of a kitten to watching my elderly father deteriorate and suffer. This past week, a different path appeared for me to take with my father.
To do nothing was simply another path I had been on that was becoming quite difficult due to my father’s suffering. When it comes to making medical decisions, I definitely use intellect and seek advice from professionals. However, in the end it is my intuition that has guided me. Continue reading
CHILDISH DREAMS
Yesterday, I had a beautiful exchange with Joni regarding my last post. I decided to move the poem over here and share our exchanges. If I could summarize what was most meaningful for me, it would be how my friend overcame her childhood trauma. She suffered a lot as a child. Instead of dwelling on her painful memories, she moved forward. She turned her life into one filled with promise and love. There was no bitterness within her. That is a beautiful story for me. Continue reading
WE GREW UP SO FAST
It was such a lovely morning. I was in the garden area of my mother’s nursing facility. In the cool shade, I sat with Joni, my mother and her caregiver, Miriam. I had brought along my guitar. The warmth and love between all of us bathed me. I was with three, very special women. My mother was the mainstay. I absolutely adored Miriam; her love for my mother made her like my sister. And Joni, was completely connected to me. This wonderful morning was Joni’s idea. I had asked her last week where she wanted to eat to celebrate her birthday. She said it would mean a lot for her to visit with both me and my mother instead of going out to dinner. Continue reading
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