Moving forward with life

After my dad passed last Spring at the age of 93, suddenly our whole daily routine came to an end.

It was a hard summer of change that was kind of forced upon me.

I will admit that I struggled for a while there. It was hard but I always knew that by trying to be of service to him that I had done the right things.

Now I am resting.

15 or so years of intense (at times) caregiving takes its toll.

I am at a point that I can rest deeply now though.

No, my life if far from over, but for now, it is rest time.

I continue to write at my own pace and work a part time job.

A great weight was lifted from my shoulders as I completed my mission and am now moving forward with life again.