Isn't the best thing. I am taking Mom with me to look at an nursing faciity for John. It's actually easier to go alone, but she really wants to help and to support me. I can't protect her from old age, or having elderly, ill siblings. But I can walk in with confidence, support her if she needs it, and show her how "it's done".
The irony of it all is that I don't know how it's done. Never did, probably never will. Sometimes you just have to walk into the unknown and hope for the best. These are the little loving lies we tell those who depend on us, because they need to believe that someone knows what they are doing.
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