I’m not really saying goodbye. It’s just the song that went through my head as I thought about how long it’s been since I’ve written on my blog.
The summer and fall have been a difficult two seasons for my extended family. We have all been making difficult adjustments to my mother (90) coming out of the hospital a little weaker, a little more uncertain of her surroundings. We’ve also, as a family been struggling with helping my sister, who is schizophrenic and sometimes suicidal, find more stable ground. I must add that though I say “we”, it is mainly my noblest of siblings living in Iowa who have taken on the majority of the work. I watch and worry 250 miles away, getting back to Iowa once a month to be of what little assistance I can be, mostly a break for the two sisters and one brother who carry most of the weight.
I know many baby boomers are at this point in their lives, caring for elderly parents while marshaling their kids through high school and college, so I know we aren’t alone in this, though it so often feels that way. As I think on these things, I recall something I read only this morning about how the search for happiness can sometimes seem selfish (especially in the midst of so much pain) but that in fact, happier people have more to contribute to others and so I continue on with my commitment to being happy regardless of the circumstances and you know what, it’s all there, all the reasons, all the joy, all the love that make life worth living! I am grateful to be able to continue to call my mother and sister every day and talk about the changing of the seasons, the autumn colors and the coming winter.