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On Sunday night, I met up with my writing group on our Google Hangout. (Do you capitalize those two words? I always debate that...) Toward the end of our meeting, I admitted that I have been the absentee slicer for the last few weeks.
"We've noticed," one of them said.
"We miss you," another added.
"Honestly," I said, "what I'd write would probably be sadder than anyone would want to read."
"Try us," someone else says.
"And, my blog is tricky. It's not about personal stuff. It's about educational stuff."
"Write on your personal blog," one of my writing partners said.
I nod and sigh.
"By the end of the day, I'm beat," I want to say. "I'm just not up for getting back into work mode."
Because, from the time I walk into the door these days, I'm in full work mode. Not books. Not computers. Not reading. Not writing.
I'm taking care of my dad.
But tonight, I'm on my personal blog, and I'm writing. And I don't think it's too depressing. (Maybe just a little...)
One of the most helpful posts that I read throughout my dad's sickness reminded me of the difference between the words have to and get to. I get to live with my dad as he is in the late stages of prostate cancer. I get to feed him. I get to help him walk. I get to brush his teeth, comb his hair, tuck him into bed... I get to love him through this inevitable part of his life.
Caring for someone when they need help doing everything is hard and exhausting, but it is also intimate and full of moments to hold on to, cherishing and remembering.
Tonight, I will hold on to the image of my brother inviting my dad to hug him, to put his arms around him and hold on. I will hold on to the image of the two of them wrapped in an embrace, my brother's strong arms around Dad's frail body.
I will hold on.
Becaue, from the time I walk in the door