Kevin asked if I believed in miracles – he was determined to be one and I desperately wanted that as well.
How many times have you sat in a memorial service and thought, “I only wish that he (or she) could be here to take all of this in”?
I was left to pick up the pieces of our lives. I was a single mother, jobless, broke, in debt, and with a son in private school.
I needed to summon the courage to risk disappointing others by setting healthy boundaries because it was the only way I could ever take care of and love myself.
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.