Very very depressed about my parents. I woke up at 4:30 this morning thinking about them. The only time I can stop thinking about them is when I am at the barn messing around with W.
They are in a good place with really fine people caring for them but it is not the same as one of us sisters being near them. They did choose to live there and insisted on it, but what a way to end your life, having total strangers take care of you. Daddy would like to be near lasis and ma would like to be with risis, but I seem to be the one who has the time to go there in a crisis. Hmmm. I just re-read that last sentence. The last word is just too funny. I should go back to bed but I have already had too much coffee.
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