strength for the moment.
sitting in a row with 4 other faithful, amazing caregivers at Miss Trish’s funeral. It’s meant the world over the past three years to chat, help, share tips, share burdens, give hugs, and simply know I am not alone in this.
how she used to take handfuls of mints whenever we went out to eat and stuff our purses with them. Funny little memory and yes I did the same thing leaving the restaurant after the funeral. 🙂
Karen’s arm under Shirley’s, Shirley’s hand on my shoulder, my hand on hers, huddled in the drizzle at the graveside service. (They are two stellar caregivers I truly love a lot & want to be just like someday.)
an awesome care package from a friend who knows I love mail deeply.
more than I needed, and then extra on top of that, coming in to help send me to Jamaica. God keeps telling me, “I don’t want you to shoulder any extra burdens even though I know you like to.” [Busted.] I am a little overwhelmed by that.