The thing about this years family vacation is that everywhere, every moment I look, I’m seeing my parent’s mortality. Both of them tired terribly on this trip. And my sister’s illness immediately after helped not at all.
They both seemed so tired when I saw them in my sister’s hospital room.
They’ve done so much for all of us. All three of us sisters have had our trials and they’ve always been there, each in their own way.
When I was sick, Mom came to the hospital every day. Every day. 40 days in a row. Doesn’t seem like much? Try it sometime.
After I got home, Dad stayed with me. He kept track of my medications, checking each one of, seven or eight of them, four times a day. On a spreadsheet. One that he made on graph paper by hand, without a computer.
They’ve done the same for all of us. Each as we’ve needed it, and, oh, we’ve needed it.
I don’t know how to go on without them. I certainly don’t want to go on without them, though I know I will. It will be difficult.
But not impossible. I’m lucky. I get to carry that seed of love and caring inside me. No matter what happens to me, now and ever, I’ve had my family.