This started out with the journey of how my Grandfather is adjusting to living a life with assistance, the adaptation of changes, losing control, and accepting the inevitable mortality that will come.
It is uncanny the parallels that you find within family. Accepting eventual fate seems to be an uncomfortable stage for us all. The stages of the aging process and even the toll that it takes on everyone involved also come with aggravation and angst. Negotiation and lobbying skills become effectively used more and more while trying to shape the hearts and minds of those you feel the responsibility to protect.
The line of protection that was once so obvious becomes slim and undefined as time passes leaving you with only a trail of bread crumbs that keep diverting you off the correct path. Eventually your own role within your family can eventually serve multiple purposes to several family members stretching you so thin that you just can’t quite seem to know where the light is at the end of this familial ‘tunnel’.
When my life becomes a bit torrent with stress, I tend to have recurrent dreams of tornados. Several tornados in various colors all mixing together to create one fast moving turbulent and destructive black cloud destroying anything that I run towards. It typically moves over a large body water that stirring up roaring waves that crash against windows.
In every eye of every storm there is an eventual calm that arises. Let’s just hope this calm comes before anything else is destroyed.
