This past week was the anniversary of my mother's death as well as her birthday (on the solar calendar). It was a time for reflection of things past; some things better forgotten however I'm not that good. I recalled a time when someone, for reasons that were never quite clear, filled syringes in anticipation of their being used, not when they were needed and probably devalued any impact the medication could have had. What was he thinking? Damned if I knew; maybe the intentions were to help my mother; in all probability it had to do with him; like everything else in his life it was (and probably is) all about him. How sad (for everyone concerned).
I had opportunity to remember that when I was my mother's primary care giver it was always about her - she came first - To this day that's what being a care giver is all about; yes there is a need for balance however one must never forget what comes first.