On my way to church this morning, I began to reflect on the relationship I have with my mom and what will life be like without her when she finally is released from her body.  As the tears flowed from my eyes, I realized it was not the healthy mom I think of in my grief, but the one I care for on such an intimate basis.  Had she not required my care over the last five years, we would not have such a strong connection.  She is not a burden to me but a precious life that I enjoy being with.  So when I think of life after she’s gone, I know I’ll miss the quality time we’ve spent  together and the many experiences we’ve enjoyed with others like her.

If you are called to care, don’t think you’re busy life is more important.  There are untold blessings in giving your life for another.

One of my favorite prayers is written by St. Francis of Assisi:

“May it be, O Lord, That I seek not so much to be consoled as to console, to be understood as to understand, to be loved as to love.  Because it is in giving oneself that one receives; it is in forgetting oneself that one is found; it is in pardoning that one obtains pardon.”