When you walk through a storm, hold your head up high, and don’t be afraid of the dark. At the end of the storm is a golden sky and the sweet silver song of the lark…
Well, for your loved one, who is terminally ill, it may not always feel that way. This is one of those days. As a caregiver, I’m learning a new lesson each day. Today, I learned that when guests come to visit, the loved one wants to be heard. He is tired and he knows his energy has limits. He does not have time for the jabber to quit. His behavior may even be childish, if not rude. Be quiet. Don’t criticize him. He is sick, and sad, and tired, and alone with these feelings every waking moment. Let him speak. Listen. Breathe.
B R E A T H E.