here’s what the past week represented for me just in terms of memorial anniversaries:
my last day at my job in MD three years ago
two grandparents’ death anniversaries
the day i moved back here to NJ to caregive three years ago
the day i moved far away from my family and friends in PA/MD
the unveiling ceremony of my father’s grave one year ago
my best teacher/mentor/friend’s death one year ago
the second anniversary of my parents since dad died
the second father’s day since dad died
just a normal week in the life of an eldercaregiver. i’m not even trying to be morbid, it’s just what it’s like here. just marking off the losses.
for oldsters, a week is unusual if nobody close to you dies, or died.
what i miss most: getting to celebrate life events with living people, like my son and family and friends. or just hanging out.
of all the above dead people, the one i miss most is my teacher, connie carlough. it was she who embraced me and gave me hope when everything else was trying to stamp me out. she was like a brilliant beacon of creativity that couldn’t be extinguished, that i looked to as a role model and incentive to keep trying, all those dark years.