Here is the thing though: I am not alone. WE ARE NOT ALONE. We have this fire, its warmth, and we have each other.
The deep, undeniable anger I was struggling with came out of nowhere, and I couldn’t understand why it was surging through me now.
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.