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.
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