Just when I thought I was getting close

Dealing with life in general can be difficult. But, sometimes it can become too much to handle. Then, a light appears at the end of your tunnel. You sprint towards that light, thinking the darkness will be behind you, but then you fall and the night overtakes you, keeping you down. Ok, maybe that is a bit dramatic, but I thought I was going to make it to the light. I was getting my mom’s house cleaned out after I had gotten her settled in a dementia unit at the nursing home where I work. I was already planning on her going to a mostly independent memory care place when she fell Christmas Eve and never got back to being even semi independent which necessitated a skilled nursing facility. I thank the admissions coordinator for getting my mom into rehab and then placement into the dementia unit where I didn’t have to worry about her falling and having to lay on the floor with no help.

The clean out started as soon as possible because my mother had a lot of stuff. Filled one dumpster, waited a few weeks and started filling another. The light was getting closer. I was almost hopeful. Just a few things left to deal with. I could start to breathe again. But then I fell. The night came closing in on me because some a**hole decided to break into my mother’s house and add one more thing to my list to do. Now, I have to pay someone to fix the doorframe because he was determined to steal a few items of very little value, stuff that was not worth more than sentimental attachment. I got back up and would not let this darkness envelop me. With the help of a friend, I am on my way to getting the frame fixed so I can finally get mom’s house on the market because nursing home care isn’t cheap. I can now almost touch the light, and, with God’s help and love, I will come out of this particular tunnel stronger than when I went in.