Next, updating the huge backlog of your comments. But just to assure you that I’m back “for real,” here is a poem. (PS This was updated thanks to my buddy Mike, who caught a typo in the second line. Bravo for second pairs of eyes!)
I always told Riley, “Just because you’re my only child doesn’t mean you owe me grandchildren, like some sort of karmic payback. And when it’s time to take away my car keys, you have my permission NOW, while I’m still together… same thing with putting me in assisted living or a nursing home. Only one caveat on that…”
Retirement Plan
(For my daughter, with love and zero guilt!)
When I grow too slow for races
Should I live to be quite dull
And my conversation brings a yawn
And my wheelchair you must pull
Waste no time on guilt, my dear
You have complete permission
To send me to a nursing home
I’ve only one provision:
First send me on a cruise ship
To see Alaska’s shore
I’ll slip, unnoticed, overboard
And be a mermaid once more
© 2011 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil
To all my dear friends,
For the past several days I have been fighting an almost crippling depression. My doctor has adjusted my meds, and my therapist calls to check in on me – a wonderful person. Most of all, Lex is a patient source of never-ending support and strength, even as he handles the day-to-day of a whole church (but then, he has a rocking staff).
So please forgive my lack of catching up with comments – I WILL get to them… and I am in a place where writing is useless, but I keep trying. Lots of balls of paper by my writing space. Please keep me in prayer, thoughts, and meditations (medications?!) as I fight my way back to the surface. I’ll be my snarky, ironic, silly self soon, with God’s grace.
Thanks for understanding, and forgive my little “pity party” post. Ironic, I just did the NAMI Walk, and then fell down the rabbit hole. Peace, Amy
Sharp Little Pencil 