My Facebook post this morning
The photo below was taken by me on U.S. Highway 80, at the Flint River.
It’s a continuous effort to remain as healthy as possible. Life is good. Mine is probably like most others, responsibilities, disappointments, challenges and great times. I’ll take it as it comes, do my best, maybe set a goal or two and keep moving . . .
The caregiver may feel very taken advantage of during the process. The ones not involved with it, may not understand where the caregiver went, why they took the responsibility, put em in a home.
When it’s over, there may be a lot of stuff that needs fixing, and that may be tough to do.
Forgiveness is probably needed all around, but most may feel they didn’t do anything that needs forgiving.
Stalemate possible right? Sad stuff.
In interviews with past caregivers there are similarities amongst them. Many, because of mental, physical and of course, sometimes both, may not feel like they fit anywhere anymore. Caregiving may be a lonesome job, and that part may never change, even after the job is finished.
Something occurred to me today. It has to do with inspiration and the effects it may or may not have on me, my life. I have witnessed folks giving their all, heard about others and read about even more. Some folks admit they are not good with words, written or spoken. Some speak of being able to make a trip to the mailbox sound like a grand adventure.
As mentioned above, it occurred to me today that I have been extremely proud of many undertakings, as I was doing them. Not so much so when writing or speaking of them.
Maybe I should spend more time doing stuff. Maybe folks on social media will not be inspired, but those that witness the “try,” may be.