I have been coming here to my parents' house every Saturday and Sunday now for five months. I missed one Sunday. I am tired. God knows the deal I made with Him to enable me to continue this pace. He has kept His end so far, and I have kept mine. There are weekend days when I just want to stay in bed. I don't like the drive even though it is only an hour. My back yard needs attention, but I have no time for that now.
Yet, I relish this time with them. Changing Mother, bathing her....and all that encompasses. Dad is almost 88, and Mother is 84. Time marches on. I am almost 53, a number so foreign to me forty years ago. We don't know how much time any of us have, so I make the best of it. He will give me strength for each day to do what I must.
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