Thank you. I’m not sure I’m worthy of such phrase. The responsibility seemed to fall in my lap ……at the time, I had an 8 year ‘no contact’ relationship with my parents.
It was suggested by my mental health professionals. This was sprung on me.
I could have walked away but chose not too. The choice came with lots of guilt, deception and perceived obligation on my part. After seeing them I couldn’t not care for them even after knowing they cut me out of their will some 30 years prior. If they had forgotten, it would have been easier to handle, but from their actions, they clearly hadn’t. If I didn’t care for them, I would have felt guilty for the rest of my life.
At one time, I thought it would be therapeutic to put my thoughts into words. The entire experience was so diabolically bitter sweet, I could write a book about it but won’t.

Now I try and focus on 3 things each day that I’m grateful for. Breathing is one. Having a family to care for is two. Having food and shelter is three. I ‘seek & find’ the beauty of life. It soothes my soul.
