It’s been over eight hours since I discovered the empty pond, but I’m at peace, mostly because I was soft when I needed to be. Mostly because I didn’t toss away the lesson that landed in my lap.
A huge lesson for me along the journey and in review of it is coming out on the other side of it grateful, with a full heart.
Stay present as the disturbing bits unfold, because they will be weirdly comforting in the end.
You can’t serve from an empty cup. You just can’t.
I’m not sure this is how it works for everyone, but for me, it was safe to be at her side as she withered. The memories I carry forward are the good ones.
Caregiving isolates the caregivers too, not just the patient. During my isolation from my friends, my friends continued to be my rock. Make sure you have a rock, a safe place to fall apart… or not fall apart.