it may be dreadful to be old but it’s worse not to be young  ~E.E. Cummings (American poet, author, playwright), “Jottings,” in Wake, 1951

Lately, I’m seeing more and more mostly middle-aged people taking care of their aging parents.

In church. At restaurants. In grocery stores, medical facilities, parking lots.

I used to be one of those caregivers before Mom passed, but when you’re waist-deep in the weeds, it’s hard to notice how many others are in there with you.

Now it all comes rushing back.

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