I am afraid that no one still reads my blog….heck, I barely read it myself. Life has been too busy, too complicated to do things like write in my blog. I don’t know if anyone is out there, but I am going to make an effort to write again. I’m pretty sure that it’s just me & my skeletons in here, so I’m going to write for my own good. I’ve found that writing is good for my heart. I pray on paper, & keep track of important events in my life in my journal. So, I’m just going to write. If you read something here that you like–great! If not, I’m sorry–I’m writing to survive.
I’ve been gone for a long time. I left home in March & moved in with my parents. My dad has Parkinson’s & my mom was sick with pneumonia at the time. She’s better, but her health is worsening. She doesn’t have a terrible disease like my Pop, her body is just worn out. Her back is in pretty bad shape, & her shoulders are shot!!!! She’s in constant pain & shouldn’t lift anything heavier than her Bible. So, as a result, as my dad worsens she can do less & less to help him. So………I’m living with my parents again.
Think about it…I’m 45 & living with my parents again. I love them & we’ve not had any trouble, but I feel like a child again. It’s hard to feel like an adult when someone is reminding you to do the things that you’ve been doing on your own for a very long time.
My husband is the best man on the planet. He’s the one that told me to pack my bags & go help them. He’s the one that keeps telling me that he’s okay, & that I’m doing what I should. He’s my gift from God.
My teenagers, unfortunately, have been the ones to suffer the most from this time. My husband is working a lot (we have our own business) & they have had to fend for themselves for a while. I pray that they don’t lose faith in me or in God while I’m gone. Teenagers are forever on the edge of an abyss with one foot on a banana peel. Grrrr
I’m trying to talk my parents into moving closer to me, but my mom is not open to this option. She doesn’t want to move away from my brother. He lives in the same town that they do……..but, his home life is such that he can’t come help. (It’s a long, horrible story, just suffice it to say–he can’t leave–things are a mess!) I just don’t know what to say.
People keep asking me if I’m doing any singing.???!!! Are they kidding?
Well……that’s where I’ve been. It’s not glamorous or an adventure. It’s just where I am.