Why no posts? I am caught in that unreal world of caring for a very sick parent. My mom has been in, out, and back in ICU for the past two weeks. And, though there are three of us, I am the one of her kids who can most easily(????) be her primary watchdog. So there have been endless nights sleeping in chairs in her room and long days of mostly, hand-holding…whatever it takes.
I think of Emily Dickinson’s poem about hope being “that thing with wings”, and picture the flock of hawks that soar over my valley. That’s what I need: some hope with some very big, very strong wings…take care.