The deep, undeniable anger I was struggling with came out of nowhere, and I couldn’t understand why it was surging through me now.
Rambling on incoherently at times, speaking clearly at others, she took me on an unforgettable adventure of fantasy and memory.
Whatever happened in the future, no matter how hard things got, we’d always have this moment with him.
Now that he’s gone that rug is a warm reminder of the many quiet hours I spent with him, weaving strands of yarn to make a vibrant pattern representing innocence and beauty.
When I first told people that my ill father-in-law was coming to live with us the most frequent comment was, “Are you sure you want to do that?” Would I do it again? You bet I would.
They were all getting good care. The problem was not with them, it was with us. The caregivers. The ones who try to do it all and can’t.
Colorful is not the way one would typically describe the life of a caregiver but once my father-in-law came to live with us my days began to revolve around the colors of his life.