yikes. so much going on, so little time.
talk about mortality. my mother is sinking into alzheimers slowly but surely, and it's the old cliche (pick one): you don't know what you've got til it's gone. you never know what someone's going through til you walk a mile in their shoes. or whatever other tired cliche you want to dredge up.
i am adjusting to the whole idea but only gradually and with much drama. *sigh* and i SO don't want to be a drama queen. i just want to leave that to her. it's just so weird to have to go through all these changes, and it's so freaking common these days; everyone i know in their middle age, with parents alive, is dealing with it.
ok so here's the last cliche i'm going to spew today: getting old is not for sissies. but i am trying to remember that God put a smile on my face.