This note feels strange

I have pondered writing this note for a very long time. My entries in
this blog about Mom are getting further and further apart, and
shorter and shorter. It feels strange in a way, it feels some how
relieving in a way also.

Mom is at peace. I mean, I am at peace with where she is. She is
comfortable, she is well cared for, she is nourished, she has little
idea of what happens day to day. And apparently I have come to some
sort of peace with all this. I seem to have nothing new to add, her
situation is not changing from day to day right now, she is well
cared for.

I on occasion drive past her facility and visit Dad without stopping
to see her. This generates far less thought or guilt then it would
have months ago. It has not even been a year yet and I am growing
complacent.

And in all this there is a sort of resignation, acceptance that what
is, IS. What will be, WILL BE.

I continue to care and concern much for the growth and transformation
of Dad into his life alone. Such is moving forward. But not moving on.