Today I had a thought that made me feel guilty--at least in passing.
Between Mom's upcoming surgery, three books to finish before February, and numerous other factors, I am meeting myself coming and going.
Leaving work, I sighed, as I often do, "Oh, Jolene, I miss you so."
And then I thought--this would be so much harder if Jolene were here. Mom's illness would threaten her sense of security and she would do something to focus our attention on her.
I miss Jolene--my sweet, loving girl--but I will not miss the added pressure of helping her through this crisis.