I've been helping my folks, 89 and 92, for close to five years now, since a stroke knocked my dad flat for awhile. He recovered very well, but has since sustained another small stroke in the same area of his brain. He and my mom live in an assisted living facility a mile from our home.
|Dad and Mom on their wedding day in 1950.|
I could write a book - and maybe someday I will - about walking along side my parents in the aging process. We've laughed, and we've cried. I've been very loved on, and I've had days where I felt completely alone. I've felt very grown up, and had moments where I was sure I was only five.
Day to day, hour to hour, things can change. By small shifts, or massive gapes. Over the course of this month alone, there will probably be an S curve or two. It's a rewarding, but heart-tugging adventure. I'm learning as I go.
I have learned one thing for sure. In the flesh, I am often weak and sad. In the spirit, I am confident my parents are in God's hands. He alone determines the number of days we have breath.
And He is trustworthy.