…there’s a new world Eight weeks after taking on elder care, it seems it’s over. After an explosive and dramatic Friday, during which our in-laws staged a clandestine flit, the Old Stone House has returned to quietude and harmony. Remember what I wrote earlier about sometimes people don’t want a rescue, can’t accept help? Seems that’s very true. And so it’s just Gary and me once again in this pile of stone. I’ve gone from…
It’s been eight weeks now since we’ve undertaken the care of my in-laws. It feels like it’s been eight years. If you think elder care is hard, think again Think again because it’s hard, so, so very hard. Even though we planned for all manner of possibilities and contingencies, we never expected the events that have unfolded over the past eight weeks. It’s like living through a novel, or a live-action movie. What you thought…
This past week has been one of turmoil, not all of it good. I find myself at a place on the map marked: here there be dragons. I feel unhinged, displaced. I feel astonished, humbled. I find myself staring into the distance and wondering how I arrived here. Life is a journey. Yes. It is. And sometimes it’s bewildering, sometimes exciting, sometimes all those things. So much of my life these past 12 years has been about…