My Great Aunt Doris (/Do/Dorsie) passed away last week. She had been living with my parents for a bit over a year. Aunt Do turned 91 last November. Most of you have met her, I'm sure, or at least heard me speak of her. She was certainly a larger than life sized presence in my family's reality.
Though I will miss her and her passing saddens me, perhaps the greater pain comes from not being able to be with my family at this time. It is the first event that has led me to regret my distance from them. I hate that I cannot be with my mother, who was I think impacted the most.
Work has been a little overwhelming lately in its volume, making it hard to balance my personal priorities, and now coupled with the reality that I cannot be with my family at times of need, I'm forced to once again evaluate my decision to be here. Not to say that I'm coming home tomorrow, but rather, just to share what's on my mind.
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