[Photo taken at Husband’s 75th last Feb.]
When I was a kid, one of my favourite songs was Lean on Me by Bill Withers. It’s still one of my favourite songs.
Today our little family will be experiencing a transition of sorts as Husband ‘tests out’ the place that isn’t a hospital and that isn’t a home – our home I mean.
During my many conversations with Husband over the last week, I have, without realising it, been leaning on him, and his wide shoulders have borne the weight of my distress unflinchingly. This leaning thing has been reciprocal, and contagious, as Son is now leaning on me and I am leaning on him.
And, since Wantok has gone, Buttons is also doing quite a bit of leaning, which is all very sweet except that she keeps pooping on my shoulder!
I think that is taking the leaning-on-me thing way too far, don’t you?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QPoTGyWT0Cg
jmgoyder 
Big 🙂
Sort of!!
“…except that she keeps pooping on my shoulder!”
Laughing. Sorry.
We have gone through this ordeal, albeit by proxy, when Bob’s Mother gave herself a hernia trying to take care of his dad all by herself at home. After the hernia she had give in and place him in an assisted/hospital situation. It broke her heart. Our day will come soon enough and I only hope, whether it is Bob or me, that the we will be able to handle it with as much grace and dignity as she did, and as you are today. ~ Lynda
So hard isn’t it!
Please can we catch up soon. I’m not so Good in writing.
but would love to catch up with you face to face soon
Great idea.
Maybe it’s her way of distracting you 🙂
Ha! Maybe….