...that I was celebrating that, at least for awhile, I would not have to take care of anyone but myself (and my pets, I guess).

Now don't get me wrong. I'm a caretaker, in the strictest sense of the word.

But my baby son had graduated from college and he had gotten a job and I was in that 'place' between taking care of kids and taking care of my parent(s). I was even telling people that I was hoping this period would last, at least a little while.

And then, it happened. My sister is very ill...who would have thought that?

I still maintain that things would be a lot less complicated if god did things in chronological order, but that's not to be.

So, here I am again, in my role as caretaker of my sister and others, but it's ok. That's who I am. Been there...done that...can do it again and will!