I've always loved to write,
always wanted to be a writer, have even had some things published,
but when I went back and reread my blog posts, I wondered if I
had lost what talent I may have had or never really had it. I even
tried to delete one blog post that doesn't really
communicate what I want to say. Someday I'll go back and change it.
Life is like that sometimes.
We get to a place where we look back and wish we could start over. Or
maybe we finally get to the end of a long tunnel and realize that
part of our life is over and know we can't go back and we're not sure
where to go from here.
That's how I felt when I
first started this blog. I had just gone through my sister's 5-year
cancer journey with her. I only saw her 4 times during that time but
e-mailed her nearly every evening. Suddenly, my evenings were empty.
I thought this blog might fill some of that time. It was only
recently that I looked back and realized something else had filled
it.
For the past 8 months I have
been caring for a close friend whose ability to care for herself has
been waning. Many people go through this with their parents. My
friend is only 6 years older than I am. Only those who have gone
through this process can understand the frustration and exhaustion it
involves. But it is worth it to help someone you love.
It looks like my friend is
now close to being in a place where she will receive round-the-clock
care. The evenings I spent making sure she took her medicine and ate
supper, writing out the next day's activities, reading, sharing, and
praying together, will be empty once more.
But not for long. I'll be
starting over. I wonder what my next assignment will be. Maybe
writing that book I've wanted to write for a long time?
