As I’ve written about before, I have guilt about not visiting Dad in the last few weeks of his life on this earth. Dad didn’t recognize me at that point, but I would have benefited from spending time with him that final December of his life.
Today, I quit my decent-paying job so that I can go stay with Mom in New Mexico and help her until she is more independent. I may be there a month or six months, I just don’t know now.
I am not the type to quit a job on a lark. This was a difficult decision, but a necessary one.
And I hope that I have reset my karma after the last month and a half, and the sacrifice I’m making going forward. My mom deserves it, just like Dad did, but now I have one last chance to do things right.