When life gets real or off to tend to my dad

Long time readers of this space know that I lost my mom a number of years ago. I am down to one parent who stands between me becoming the family elder… a role that I am not ready for at this time. A couple of years ago, we thought we might lose my dad but my dad is the cat with nine lives. He cheats death and has outlived his wife,  my beloved mother, as well as a good chunk of family members and far exceeded the expectations of healthcare professionals. A walking medical miracle.

Unfortunately my father has taken ill and we are once again hoping that he will continue his winning streak and keep winning at this game of life. However he is ill enough that I am headed home to Chicago. Considering that I bought a one-way ticket to my original home, I have no idea what we are facing or how long I will be there, so until I am back home in Maine and working with a clear head, blogging is suspended for the moment. If you are the praying type, I welcome your prayers as I walk this journey as the child of an aging adult…a most precarious place to be.

Until we meet again…

 

Black Girl in Maine aka Shay

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