About an hour ago on the phone I told my oldest daughter that I love her. All of us are going through a difficult time and she has been a rock in caring for her grandmother, as has my two other children. They make an effort to go to their grandmother, to visit her at least once a week. Although, it’s the youngest (18) who goes to mom once a week. My son goes at least three times a week, twice on his own and once with me or his big sis. My oldest daughter goes three nights in the week, giving me three evenings ‘off’. She’s a rock, even though she’s very sad to see her grandmother – her second mother – like this.
And last night I told my husband I love him. Without him I could never have been as strong as I am at this moment.
This was my answer in 2016.
~ Marie Rebelle