Mom had another brief sad attack yesterday, but this time had a reason. "I'm ruining your life", she cried. "Because of me you have to stay around here." The attack occurred right after brother Don came to get his dog upon returning from Vancouver, just before going to a wedding, even though he'd rather be golfing.

I assured Mom simply that she has not ruined it but instead, has given me life. I've done a lot of satisfying, creative carpentry but that satisfaction pales when compared to what I've felt when trying to explain life. It had been awhile. Now, by needing a bit of help and constant company, Mom rather than being an anchor, has given me the 'wings' of an eagle again.