December 25, 2009

  • I am so overwhelmed with emotion this holiday--not because I received a lavish gift, but because I received a meaningful one.

    Last night and today, my Lola's hands have been steady enough that she could hold and use her utensils rather than have me spoon feed her. The look in her eyes has been one of pride and joy. It is a look of dignity--the dignity that I remember my Lola having more of when she was less dependent on my uncle and me to take care of her daily needs.

    I am not so naive to think that my Lola is on a road to recovery. Anyone who has been a caretaker of the elderly knows that it is a marathon against death that everyone knows the final outcome to. However, I realize that it is important to take the time and revel in every moment that can be appreciated, to enjoy the journey, even if we know the final destination.

    It would be easy to lose hope, become cynical, and become jaded. At times I feel like a boulder, being weathered away by the elements and time. In my strong moments I realize that even a weathered boulder maintains its identity and that it takes lifetimes to weather one down to something less.

    Just knowing that it will take more than a series of unfortunate events to defeat me bolsters my resolve to continue my work to better the world--one small action at a time.

    I am also bolstered by the many individuals I know that engage in such amazing personal and professional work. They inspire me and serve as daily reminders that one person can make a difference.

    My Lola--and her small actions--have always moved me. Last night and today have been no different.