There’s nothing special about today.
It’s a wet Friday.
I have a list of things to be doing.
Oh, very important things.
All the things.
I had a little wallow, a wee drip and a sniffle. It happens when I least expect it. When I have other plans.
I thought about Herself, and the woman I spoke to last night whose husband was recently diagnosed with PSP. I thought about those more recently bereaved than I, and those dealing with the ongoing chaos and firefighting that accompanies a parent’s decline.
In my middle age, I want to still be able to do something with my late parents. I’d love to hold them, tease them, walk on the beach with them.
Instead, I miss them. I blog about them. I volunteer because of our experiences.
I’m a 47 year old woman, still holding hands with the grown ups.