Dawn is just breaking over the metro area. A late winter wind is pushing debris around my backyard and making a tattle-tale moaning sound through the screens of my french doors that lead to my deck.
Dad is sleeping.
I am awaiting the arrival of his caregiver. Then I can go off to work.
Why do I feel like such a failure?
I really do feel like one.
Let's review the track record shall we:
I am not the Ward Cleever that I had wanted to be. I am 52 years old....gay...and alone. I made a poor selection of wives....I tried taking care of everyone else, but me.....and here I am. Taking care of my elderly dad...afraid he's going to run out of money.....afraid that I'm going to screw up his finances......worried that I'm going to be like him one day....afraid of the second hand smoke I spent my first 20 years breathing.....afraid of being alone for the rest of my life......afraid of dying alone.
I am working to get my finances in order. I'm still paying for the legal bills....and mess from that icky divorce. I only wish I had been more diligent of the what-ifs when I was a whole lot younger.
But, I'm just a mess this morning.
This cold, windy, late winter morning.
1 comment:
Frank, Hope you got to church today and have a better outlook on things. It is tough the situation you find yourself in, but it will get better. No sense in dwelling on the past and regrets. Good luck! Paul
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