A Moment of Compassion

For four days I have sat by my father’s side in this hospital room with the bright red stop sign at the door. I am wearing a blue gown over my clothes, and gloves, and coverings over my shoes. He came into the hospital for dehydration and complications following a fall, and picked up one … Continue reading A Moment of Compassion

Thoughts While Making Chicken Noodle Soup

  I cooked this afternoon, and it felt good. It was as if I found myself as I peeled and chopped. I am learning this new place in my parent's home. No longer the child, I am now the caregiver. Lifelong roles have been ripped apart by my father's death and my mother's subsequent surgery.  I … Continue reading Thoughts While Making Chicken Noodle Soup