an update

Well, sorry to disappoint, but I am not living in a tent outside or near a Texaco, although the thought has crossed my mind a time or two. Hey, not all there 'food' is less than desirable, is it?

I continue in respite care, have bonding with the family that runs the home, their children and then there are the ladies that live here...WOW, they range in age from 82 to 97 and although each is here as she is no longer able to live on her own, the stories they are sharing about life experiences are fascinating, sometimes funny and nothing short of amazing.

So as I rest, heal I continue to grow as I knew I would and the direction is nothing but positive as the home was opened wide and is filled with unconditional love. I have seen and done more in Dallas in the past three (3) than the rest of my time here combined.

Out of the blue, my host family asked if I would extend my stay until Monday. I was humbled and will give the idea serious thought.

Ashley Marie has made me proud. She has been wonderful in every circumstance, looking after me, 'papa' but also paying close attention to the needs of the ladies, wanting to help if nothing more than a wagging tail or a hand on the knees.

My greatest difficulty has been watching and seeing the elders surround me and give me their full attention and respect while I, in my mind, try to bring myself to the realization that I live with a terminal illness and all four women, well aged and well versed, will out live me.

I could not have prepared myself spiritually or otherwise for such simplistic beauty. Often I sit back and watch with a smile on my face knowing how lucky I am to have been welcomed with open arms and when you are 97, you do not mense words, you speak the truth that we all should be speaking, all the time.