The actions are no different than before. My day starts early and keeping mom safe is top priority, with keeping my health, physical and mental intact, a close second.
Something has changed though. Something inside is different, a feeling. In the past, getting up excited was routine, but now, from time to time, that feeling is no longer there. Sometimes, it seems like what keeps me going is responsiblity not hope.
Mom is 91 years old and I am 69.