Sad Thoughts

I have been waking up between 3-4 am every morning. I guess that’s a sign of aging. Every time I wake up I think of my mom. Lately, I have been having weird thoughts about her and choices. About her not being able to advocate for herself. Simple things like wanting more salt on her food or saying her shoes are tied too tight. Having the ability to say she is thirsty.

What happens if she gets something in her eye or has a cramp in her leg. The simple things in life that even as infants we care for. But now this terrible disease has taken even the basic choices in life away. So sad, so sad.

One Comment

  1. Lisa Picard
    Posted June 21, 2010 at 4:29 pm | Permalink

    the hardest thing to do is release our expectations rooted in the experiences of the past; how things once were. every moment (second really) we experience a new reality, a new truth that is different from the last. yet these new moments create space for new truths we would not experience otherwise. our challenge is to accept them as different rather than sad. sadness is a feeling we have in not accepting the present moment. not easy. I commend you for writing about your journey.

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