One evening this week our three children came over to discuss what is best for their mom. It is a hard discussion. Cheryl was part of it. As we came to understand and accept the few decisions about Cheryl’s future care, I sensed a peace, a calmness descend upon my soul. Cheryl needs more help than I can give her consistently. I do not function well with little sleep.

That meeting took place a couple days ago. It may be my imagination but I sense that Cheryl is slipping away. She slept unwell overnight which in and of itself is not unusual but today she is sleeping the day away.

Carpe the next Diem. This one appears to be lost.

Maybe my night is lost also.

Writing that last line has put me in mind of controlling the things I can and letting go of trying to control the things that I cannot.

Carpe tomorrow.