Afraid to sleep

It’s quiet.

I am at Mom’s and with the exception of her snoring, it is quiet with waiting.

I talk myself into delusions of being burnt out,and being ready.Mentally I am but the tears in my eyes as I type this let me know my heart is breaking, as it has been for almost four years now. I have joined the generations of caregivers who have held hands, stroke brows,prayed, sang,and so on. In the long run, though, all you can do is let your faith guide you and pray as you wait.

I am without words for my brother Bob,who gave himself selflessly for Mom and also for my Jim. Not all men would be there through all of this.

Mom and I?
We are truly blessed.

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thereisnosanityclause

Sixty two year old married female, care-giving, coffee-drinking.dog loving former government employee who is writing to try to keep her sanity.

3 thoughts on “Afraid to sleep”

  1. You are blessed because Jim and Bobby have always been there for you. Sounds like all is peacful. Waiting is so hard, probably harder than all the nites you’ve been there. How fortunate we are to have our Faith. How would we be able to handle times like this if He wasn’t with us. On facebook you told me to work those beads. You know I haven’t stopped. Stay strong, love you

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