The birds sang! The sky opened up and the sun smiled upon us!
So, he can walk, but it's going to take time to get back on his feet, if you catch my drift.
I'm still cooking for him. Still doing his housework, his laundry, his errands. Still jumping up at a moments notice to rush up and see what he needs.
The birds aren't singing nearly as brightly as they were before.
Don't get me wrong, it's all good. There is a light. A light I say! But it still seems so far away and out of reach.
This week has been very difficult because Girl is gone too. I miss her. I miss her laughter and goofiness. I miss the piano. I miss...sigh...
All that and I miss the extra pair of hands who use to help me out. Now it's all Annie, all the time. Except when I'm at work.
I'm growing pretty bitter about the lack of help. I'm just sayin'.
The Sandwich Generation is what they call us now. You know, those of us who have young adult children and are caring for an elderly parent.
I've never really liked sandwiches. That and I'm having a bit of an identity crisis.
It all started when I didn't wear a "dress" to Girl's graduation.
Shocking I know.
But....in my defense...I'm not that person any more. Or maybe it's that I don't want to be that person. Maybe I want to be someone else.
I don't really know who...
I guess I'm up for an adventure but I don't know where to find it and I'm not that daring and Beloved is kinda tired out from his new job.
There has got to be more to life than cooking and cleaning and working.
Until then I leave you with a couple of graduation shots.