I won’t go into all the details, but by 3:00 p.m. today I was half considering running away from home… I was in the middle of a full-blown fit of self-pity when sis called, crying… Her roommate in the assisted living apartment was throwing a tantrum & sis was VERY upset by it…

I had a half dozen other things to do and had already been feeling overwhelmed, but when sis said, “I can’t take it anymore,” something in me clicked & I knew that everything else could wait… I had to go get her out of there for awhile…

I spent the whole drive there still feeling sorry for myself, but the minute I saw sis everything became about taking care of her… We had an early dinner together & stopped to feed the fish on the way back home… By the time I dropped her off at the apartment, her roommate had calmed down, sis was smiling, and I felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off my shoulders…

Taking care of her was the best thing I could’ve done for myself…