I’m sharing an unexpected poem today. This past year has been a lot, with family crises every time we turn around. We’re helping out where and when we can, but most of the crises are bigger than we are. I wrote a first draft of this poem and a few revisions about six weeks ago, in honor of my sister, Patty, and my sister-in-law, Lori, who each do the lion’s share of caring for an elderly, ailing parent. My dad’s in the hospital right now with UTI-induced delirium, and Patty is once again handling everything. I did a new draft yesterday, and here’s where it’s at right now.
And here’s my skinny poem for today. I figured I’d take the main thought from above and see if I could do a skinny “translation.”
It doesn’t really work too well. But this month is all about a consistent practice. So… it is what it is.
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Oh, Laura, I feel this down to my bones. I did a lot of caregiving, esp. from 2022–24, and I get how stretched thin you feel. The delirium is tough! Hugs to you and your sisters.
Oops, sister and sister-in-law. 🙂