I have read about this and thought about it and now I find myself literally my self sitting in a triple decker sandwich. In my heart I knew why I wanted to live in Connecticut when my ex-husband was transferred to NYC. My Dad had a terminal illness- his time would be limited which ultimately would leave my Mother alone.
After her surgery she was in a rehab for a little over a month. I cooked for her and I kept her company once I launched my children off on the bus. My schedule soon turned into a routine of tending to my house and children, going to the rehab and heading right back home to tend to the needs of my children.
Since Im the sole custodian of my children, and do not have family nearby- I have zero reprieve except for babysitter that gives me some breathing room.
I spent every single day with my father for months before he died. I cooked for my parents, I dropped off Christopher at Nursery school and I carried Giavanna along with me and we sat with him. I encouraged my Mother to get out of the house and go shopping. I made my father go outside and tried to show him how much we loved him which he already knew. I have and will have zero regrets for the way I have always treated my parents.