I intend to let go of expectations and roll with the punches.
WHY? Dealing with my Father's final days can be at the very least both taxing and emotional. The ideal of how I want to spend these days, or what I have invisioned are not in fact a reality. I need to remind myself, take a breath, stay calm, and be present.
HOW TO HELP: oooooh. I could probably rant here. By not staring, or telling me how horrible my Dad looks, or comparing him to their sister's boyfriend's cousin's neighbors uncle's condition. But then I look at what I just typed and think wah, wah, wah. People can help by continuing to to surprise me at how helpful and thoughtful they can be. Considerate too!
INSPIRATION: My mother. She's amazingly tolerant, and comforting to my Father. She takes SUCH good care of him. She looks for the best, takes all of her kids (6 of us, and 13 grandchildren) into account. She is the most amazing person I will ever be blessed to meet.