Then we visited my dad at the nursing home. It wasn't a great day for him. He seemed to be there mentally but couldn't do much more than mumble. It makes it difficult to have conversations with him. I often feel guilty for not getting to see him more.
Time is precious, don't waste it feeling guilty.
I remember these days with my Gammy and her nursing home days. I set a goal for myself. If I could go see her once a month then that was good. Even if all I did was read Shakespeare aloud while she slept. I refuse to feel guilty because I did everything I could to meet my goal. Those were enough sad months, without the guilt to compound it. I don't think she want me to feel guilty.
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Date: 2010-04-07 02:51 pm (UTC)Time is precious, don't waste it feeling guilty.
I remember these days with my Gammy and her nursing home days. I set a goal for myself. If I could go see her once a month then that was good. Even if all I did was read Shakespeare aloud while she slept. I refuse to feel guilty because I did everything I could to meet my goal. Those were enough sad months, without the guilt to compound it. I don't think she want me to feel guilty.