Were going to bring Mom home for Hospice.
The walk into the shadows won't be very long or hard, she has outlived the original prognosis by a good long time
she has grown tired and misses Dad every day
she will rejoin her partner of 55 years.
we await the prognosis with dread, we'll find out very soon as to when we can expect the gentle Angel
I could drink a Bottle down and the sorrow wouldn't answer for its sins
I could take every opiate, and still, the sadness would not answer
This Downhill slide into the dark for me will be epic
I'm not being selfish, i've prepared for this, i've had time with her as her caretaker when the others were working
so ive had more time to assimilate the inevitable
I don't know where the strength to be strong when others fail will come from
I had to be strong when Dad was called, i'm still dealing with the affliction of sorrow time to time
I will be strong in this too, like always, to make the hard calls, because others fail
then dealing with strong egos and personalities
dealing with my own pain
my own sorrow
keeping the peace
This will only be another part of life
in a life filled with parts
I will need to disappear for a long while to sort myself, my soul out
the bondage of duty to ones who care no duty to me
I think for once I will be selfish
I will carry out the familial duties
then I will exit stage...wherever.
I am tired
I have been tired
I am... tired.
yet there is still so far to go