Dad is doing well, but by day’s end, tired. I recall being young, falling down; dad would pick me up. Just before we left he was moved to the bed, and couldn’t pick up his legs. I gently picked up the legs of the man who used to seem giant-sized to me and set them on the bed.
This was precisely how I came to leave a career I loved and became a professional caregiver. My mom got sick.. my life changed. Doing the tiniest things for those who've lived lives as humble giants is sacred work.