When I come and go the office, my train is called the Norristown line.
For four years, I’d hobble with my bad knees, sometimes to the bus when caregiving for Mom, but ALWAYS in a hurry leaving the office. There was a husband to talk to, and also care for, fur children to take for a walk, and of course, chores to do. When it would be my night at Mom’s, I’d have to hurry to relieve the caregiver .
When I got off the train, it hit me. I was in the next chapter. Mom has been gone for 2 1/2 seasons. I can take my time walking home to my family. I don’t mean to make it sound that I don’t want to hurry home to Jim and the girls: I do. It is the highlight of my day.
I just realized the mad dash of caregiving being done equals a leisurely walk home.
Truly, a bittersweet moment…..
PS-I used a shot of Shingleman for this post….he’s my rock and reason I come home!