Taking You By the Hand
I just read your email. Wow. I don’t even know where to start… I’ve been quiet on the subject. First let me say, I appreciate your circumstances in growing old together, and just how hard that must be. That being said, It seems like you could use your money on making your home easier and more accommodating to your needs. Stop sending money to Washington politicians, and spend it, instead, on things that can make the quality of life better, today. Because if either one of you takes a tumble, you will wish you had. But little good wishing, after the fact, will do. Please consider massage. It is an excellent therapy, on so many levels (mental & physical) and it helps greatly with healing and circulation.
Be good to each other. Please don’t be impatient with her, and please don’t yell at her. No one deserves that, no matter what. That makes her sad.
And lastly, I will tell you, because I don’t know if she will, or if she has. She does not want to go to the cabin this summer.
Find your joy. You have the money, you might as well use it. Hire help if your kids cannot help, because they have busy lives. If I lived closer it would be so much better. Life is full and busy, and sometimes we don’t always have the priorities we could. But you can’t guilt people into doing things, can you? The result isn’t really genuine, is it?
Now, I said “lastly” up above, but that wasn’t the last. THIS is: I love you. I love mom. I wish I lived closer so I could have some time, quality time, with you. I wish I could be close to help you and her, as Julie is doing. I wish you would recognize that this is a changing time, and one that you need to embrace and make the most, not deny that it is happening. I can only imagine the heartache and the difficulty in dealing with these days. I don’t pretend to. I am glad you are blogging, and I wish you did more. I wish you would blog for Mom too. It could be a great thing for both of you. I don’t know what you do with most of your days…but perhaps you could take 15 – 30 minutes and jot down some memories and thoughts. They are so rich.
I want you to know that I am here, an email or a phone call, anytime. I love you. I trust you and I believe in you. I respect you and hold you in high regard. And you and I have always had a straight relationship. We speak our minds to each other. And I love you enough to. I want you to know that I am hear, to help you, emotionally and mentally, to sort through these difficult and changing times. And if I could, right now, I would grasp you hand. And our eyes would meet, and you would know that I mean wholeheartedly every word you have just read.
