Friday, September 16, 2011

The best things in life are nearest: Breath in your nostrils, light in your eyes, flowers at your feet, duties at your hand, the path of right just before you.

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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