In a Time of Crisis, My Husband is My Rock
In a Time of Crisis, My Husband is My Rock
(check out my blog every Wednesday and Saturday)
I promised a report on my latest trip to upstate New York to take of my father who has Alzheimer's Disease, and the level of support Rob mustered around it. In a nutshell: Dad is much sicker, Rob is more supportive.
My father isn't the only one transformed by his disease. I'm enjoying spending time with him, the man who made my childhood miserable. And Rob is stepping up with phone calls to me while I'm away, flowers upon my return home, and the composure of a good listener and sincerely concerned friend.
Maybe being needed brings out the best in us.
My father's need opened my heart and allowed me to see things between him and me in a new way. I no longer resent his past mistakes or withhold my assistance.
Rob sees me sad over my father's messy decline, and he bolsters me up.
It's a ripple effect — the waves gently wash over our resistance, softening us toward each other.
There are moments when Rob is just the husband I need.
Comments
Post new comment