...interrupted
This says it all. The phone call, the decision, the risk, the loss. I flew to Fla. to take care of my mom. Except for an intermission to fly home for Jamie's wedding, this is my home until at least the end of April. I've left my comforts behind-my patient and loving husband, Austin, my job, my life, to fix two broken lives-my mom and dad. My brother and his wife are patiently dealing with a father who's brain is riddled with dementia and me-dealing with a shell of a woman otherwise known as my mom who is succumbing faster and faster to depression. I followed my head and my heart-they both told me that this is where I need to be-at this moment in time. It makes my heart sad-all of it, losing my parents of yesterday, the time away from my love, Austin who is getting "grow-up" lesson 101 in the crudest of manners. All I see at the moment is papers and numbers and appointments to make-I need a sign-a sign that will soothe my broken heart.
xo
Kelly