Then do not grasp at the stars, but do life's plain, common work as it comes, certain that daily duties and daily bread are the sweetest things in life.
-- Robert Louis Stevenson
I'm trying, Bobby...but sometimes, it just feels like work!
The same weekend Andy died, my mother apparently had a series of small strokes.
In the past week, she's gone from being able to ambulate independently and care for herself ~ although living in an assisted care facility due to Alzheimers related dementia ~ to being confined to a wheelchair and needing a skilled care facility.
She's moving today and I have to go over to her apartment and break down her life into ever smaller increments - yet one more time.
although I might be coming a bit 'unhinged'...but then again...how would we know?
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