I’m getting caught up on my higher thoughts. While the option of living on the beach is appealing, A third option is even better. After years of being the primary caregiver to a mother with Alzheimers, it was not until very near the end that I realized that the controlling, self centered person who raised me, raised me for one purpose to be sure there was always someone to take care of her. every one else was gone, they couldn’t take it. I was always there, it’s what I was supposed to do. Then one day near the end I asked someone, why is everyone else so different and my eyes were opened. They aren’t different, they think for themselves. It was then that I discovered option C. I don’t regret doing what I did, it had to be done, but I do regret doing it because I thought it was what I wanted to do. it wasn’t. When she passed my only thought was I’m free, not sadness or sorrow. just freedom. I don’t know if that is wrong or not but that is the way it is. Now I am finally learning to live my life the way I want. Plan C. Thanks for sharing this with everyone…
