I regret that posts ended for a while. At the end of the summer of 2009 my father was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. After a few exploratory visits home, it became clear that someone had to be there to ensure that medication was administered and that my parents didn’t live in denial.
In September, I notified my employer of my intent, sold everything I could, packed a portion of it into my car and moved home.
It’s an interesting time in my life. When I started this journey and this blog, I was in a state of limbo. At the time I wondered why a life with a pretty straight line from where I started to where I wanted to be, seemed stalled for a while by the side of the road.
Now, I think I understand. If I was knee deep in my career or raising a family, I couldn’t be there for my father in the way that he’s always been there for me.
I’m not stalled. I’m at a way station. I will spend some time there and when my time there is done, I believe I will be better prepared for the rest of journey.
Tags: Alzheimer's, Life, New Beginnings
You’re very wise – I love this sentence: “If I was knee deep in my career or raising a family, I couldn’t be there for my father in the way that he’s always been there for me.”
That’s exactly the way I felt about how my situation wrapped up on the east side. If I hadn’t been cut loose, I wouldn’t have been able to be there for my parents at a time when they needed me the most, and it gave me the appropriate amounts of free time to enjoy becoming an uncle for the first time.
Everything works out as it should – you’re at that weigh station right now, as you said above, but soon enough, you’ll be on your way to the next stop. And I’ll look forward to hearing all about it at that point!
the Oracle is very wise, I think.