I have been reading my blog lately, deliberately remembering the last few months I shared with my dad. A year ago yesterday, he came home from the hospice center after a 2 week stay there. I was overwhelmed. I was happy he was back with us, but totally consumed with feelings of sadness, incompetence, and fear. It is hard to believe it was a year ago. Time has been good to me, and healing for me. The anticipation of the year anniversary of my dad's death has been in my head and heart, and weighing down hard on my shoulders. But! It is not as bad as I thought it was going to be. Thankfully, opportunities to fill that day have been presented and I have gratefully accepted them.
My journey as a caregiver for my dad has ended, but I do know that for many it continues. On a daily basis, they care for their loved one with Alzheimer's Disease, and my heart aches for them. I pray for them, and I hope they know I will do anything within my power to help them along their journey. I wish them all a blessed day today. Taking it one day at a time isn't only for 12 step programs.