Family

An end to another day. I finished reading all the entries. The one that struck most was the one about fighting with my mom. It will be ten years (come September) since she passed away from diabetes and a broken hip the year before. Boy do I miss the days we would cook together, laugh, go shopping together and watch NCIS or old Westerns. That was her thing. She’d drive me nuts with it. I miss her hugs, I miss her laughter, I even wish she was here to yell at me. Maybe I would snap out of this funk I’ve been in. But then Dad could yell and well I’d be in a puddle of tears. That man has my heart. He doesnt even know. This man kicks my but out of bed 6:30am every morning.. (I’m lucky if im in there by 8.)  To take my meds and enjoy morning breakfast which he makes for me.. yes im spoiled. I’ve been told that. Then we watch morning news or “I almost got away with it” until he finds somthing else to do. Like mowing the lawn or working on the garden. Then by 10am its whats for lunch? Right after lunch… its whats for supper? Like really… i love food but come on.. sighs heavly. Somwhere between all that we take care of my youngest sister (who also has cerebral palsey). And then after dinner and the day is done seven rolls around and its bed time. And so go the days it seems besides doctor appointments and virtual visits.