It all goes back to love. You just roll up your sleeves and you do the job that’s in front of you and that’s what people do. And you know what? It’s easy for me to say this now that I’m years on the other side of it, but it’s a privilege to see someone through that time in their life. And the trick of it is to love them for who they are that day, to never look at that person and think, “I remember when you were my grandmother and you used to knit me sweaters and make me dumplings and wash my hair. I remember when you did all of these things and I’m mad that you can’t do all of these things for me anymore.”
If you can let all of that go and just be in the moment with that person and love them for who they are and what they’re capable of that day, it can be pretty great even as it is incredibly hard.
In her recent interview author Ann Patchett describes taking care of her grandmother in her final years.
Patchett’s newest book is a collection of personal essays titled “This Is The Story Of A Happy Marriage.”
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