I recently posted this to my Instagram account:
I am still in the midst of feeling all the feelings regarding this and what all these changes will mean and continue to mean. Time does not stand still for anyone, least of all our parents. They took care of us for a certain period of our lives and now… now we take care of them.
For now, to get through all the packing and what not, I am compartmentalizing. Some days I cry because my dad is my dad. I want him to live forever and ever and imagining an inevitable time where that may not happen sends me into a tailspin that I am not willing to contemplate or acknowledge at this moment.
And honestly, I do not know what the future will hold. My dad may be here with us for many, many years. He may not. Only the Lord knows the answer to that definitively. But I am here, the adult child, doing what needs to be done. Contemplating the way life goes and the role reversal that inevitably makes its way to our door.
I am holding on to it all, moment by moment.
That is all I can do.