Monday, July 15, 2013


Today I noticed how frail my friend, Mary, has gotten.
She fell again over the weekend.
I'm afraid all the progress she made might be for naught.

And I've noticed how I'm carrying around a kind of ache inside.
It seems like the rest of the world is talking about racial profiling and justice for all.
All I can think about is the plight of old people.
Maybe plight is too strong a word.
But I can't forget thinking the things I saw in the care facility where Mary stayed for 7 weeks.
And I think about the number of people in my age bracket who are becoming caregivers.
I found taking care of your parents is like having your first child.
One day you're only responsible for yourself. Then the next thing you know the care and feeding of another human being lies firmly on your shoulders.
There is no instruction manual. It's on the job training.
It makes you scream. It makes you want to pull your hair out.
And it makes you cry yourself to sleep at night. Dreading what will come next and praying the end won't come too soon.
It all weighs heavy on my heart.

I'm just rambling here.
Thanks for listening.
Merry ME


Mary Rafferty said...

It is very sad, and I can totally understand why your heart aches not just for Mary, but for everyone who gets old and helpless;

and for those who have to or want to take care of those who can no longer take care of themselves,

and how the system in nursing homes or assisted living or when someone is financially strapped can be so frustrating and dehumanizing many times..

My empathy.

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MamaJoe said...

I enjoy your ramblings...I find we are on the same page some days. I pray your friend recovers soon