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But That Is My Job!

October 14, 2013

I hated that he was so far away! I hated that he thought the caregiver was his daughter!  I hated that she was taking him to doctor’s appointments and making decisions!  I hated that she was doing what I was supposed to be doing!

I went to visit.  As night fell, dad packed to “head North”.  Since he was already in his house up North, it was obvious he didn’t realize where he was anymore.  He no longer found comfort in the home he had built to grow old in.

After one last summer, we packed up his car and dog.  We made the long trip west together.  He agreed to spend the winter with me.  I knew he was coming to stay.   He is determined that he should never live with his children.  Every morning he stacked his things on his wheelchair and to carry them out of the house.

“It’s time to go north.” He says.

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  1. October 14, 2013 5:59 pm

    You make me feel poets make the best of caregivers. Look at you. You take your chopsticks and carefully pick up a grain of rice among the mountainous globs of rice and help us see, the beauty of that one grain. I look forward to your next grain of rice. Thank you.

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