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One year

In a few days, it will be the anniversary of the events that caused me to be here. 

My Father's fall and my Mother's stroke.

what road to take?

There were choices . . .

and this is the road I chose to take.

No one would have judged me badly if I had made another choice.

Steep, curving, and full of pot holes

I do not regret my decision

I knew it would be frustrating, lonely, and financially stressful.  I am not a martyr or a masochist . . . I am a healer, a nurse . . . and as my older Brother told me, "you are the heart of this family."

The times called for a decision

And so it was made, most did not like it, but all understood it.

joys

It hasn't been easy, in fact it is often very difficult. 

Sometimes I feel as though I am not a member of the family. . . instead a servant or household slave, but these are fleeting occasions.

I ride my bike, (Michigan does have nice level roads), I am expanding my job experience, I'm getting to know my Mom as a friend, and I am spending quality time with family I only saw, maybe, once a year before.

Life is about the choices we make,

whatever the reason.