The last blog I wrote was about how life can change in an instant. My life has not been the same since April 5. That is the day I got a phone call at 7:30 a.m. from my parents’ neighbor telling me my dad was on his way to the hospital with a suspected stroke. It turned out to be a moderately severe stroke that has led to a long recovery that continues still. My brother, sister and I have been swept up into dealing with hospitals, rehab facilities, insurance, social workers, therapists, nurses, etc., as well as trying to take care of mom and keep their finances and house in order. We have had frustrations, celebrations, laughter, tears, anger and many other emotions along the way. The one thing that has stayed steady, however, is knowing we are in it together. Having the support of siblings, spouses and friends has been priceless. My husband has gotten more comfortable in the kitchen because he recognizes that when I get home from caring for one or both of my parents I need someone to care for me. I have been able to get to the gym or out for walks with friends and they have provided a very appreciated ear to listen. My brother and sister have been there and we have supported each other so none of us feels like throwing in the towel. In a word, I am truly grateful to everyone who has been there, whether in thought or person, to help me continue on this journey. I am hoping to get back to my weekly blog. Thank you for your patience as I have taken this two month break. While I haven't had a lot of time to cook, I have been trying a few recipes that I hope to share in the coming weeks!
I want to share a blog I wrote in January of 2015, because it is about keeping a thankful journal. It is more important than ever for me to continue this habit, especially when each day presents many challenges. Taking a minute to think about at least one thing to be thankful for is a great way to calm my mind before going to sleep.
Today is Memorial Day and as we take time to be with family and friends please take a moment to remember the men and women who lost their lives while serving our country. My father’s half-brother was shot down over the south Pacific in WWII and I have often heard the story of how my grandmother reacted when they came to her door to notify her. Millions of families have had that knock on the door over the course of American history, and today is dedicated to honoring the fallen.