Even though it is winter now every day is like it was before. I make it over to my parent's house to see how they are doing.
My mother is anxious and often desperate. A trail of phone calls precedes my visit there...I often feel that I do not get there soon enough.
This morning she slipped on a small rug and fell on her bottom.She is fine, but it shook her up and me as well. My husband rushed over to make sure she was okay.
Every day I call my mother.
Every day I help make supper.
Almost every day I help my mother change her diaper...It is so humbling to feel how the roles have changed.
Every day I wonder..How much longer will I have them?
every day I go see them.
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