I’ve been meditating a lot recently on attachment and the sorrow that comes from the loss of something you’re attached to. If you’ve been reading for awhile, you may know that the last couple of years have been a period of big change for me. I left the job where I had worked for 31 …
Over Labor Day weekend, my husband and I drove to Pittsburgh to help his parents unpack their boxes from Florida. People asked me why I was doing this, when I had just given them a week of time, helping them move from Florida in the first place. I did it because it needed doing. My …
It may seem obvious to say, but the personalities of elderly people sometimes change. I saw it in my grandfathers – one who had been a bastard in life became even more so, until finally even at 12 years old, I could recognize that he was no longer in touch with reality at all, living …
Final day of The Move (90 year-old-parents relocating from Florida to Pittsburgh to live with daughter), Saturday, my Father in Law (FIL) and I unloaded the car and walked their basement apartment in the morning, talking about where things should go. “She’s got to decide,” he said with a rueful laugh. “She’s the organizer.” But …
Continue reading The Move – Postscript: They’re Not My Buttons
Day 6 of The Move (90 year-old-parents relocating from Florida to Pittsburgh to live with daughter), Friday started well. Despite a lack of sleep -- one design flaw for the train: the lower bunk in the handicap room was a single, too small for them to comfortably share, and I wasn’t going to allow either …
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