Today I walked past a bathroom stall. Memories from over three years ago came to mind. There are times when taking care of the ones you love can be difficult.
Isn’t that what family does for family though?
Love is a verb. Taking care of the ones who took care of you as a child shouldn’t be a difficult decision, but we all know it’s not easy. My Mom and I and Uncle Tony had to help Grandma Rosemary in the bathroom quite a bit. There were four or so bathrooms we got used to being in when we went out.
Sometimes it was challenging. One time at Red Lobster Mom and I had a difficult time getting her back into the wheelchair. One of the staff heard us having difficulties it was a bit embarrassing. Yet that was one of her favorite eating spots.
Not everyone can manage care-taking for their loved ones. We wanted to bring her back home. I even thought I could move into the house with her and Uncle Tony, but that never happened. The nursing home was tiresome and we had to keep on them about her care.
We felt spent quite a bit checking in on her. We lived there so it seemed. Grandma did so much for us it was the absolute least we could do for her. Taking care of her was us being selfish… we still needed her in our lives.
Jewells of Thought 
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