Is it guilt or is it grief?

This morning as I looked for pictures and other small items to turn Cheryl’s room at Bridgeway Pointe into hers, I cried again. I have been doing that more lately.

I feel a wide range of emotions as I think about this next phase of our lives that begins tomorrow.

My son and daughter-in-law visited her new space over the weekend after we moved furniture into it. I asked my daughter-in-law to look around a think about what pictures and wall ornamentation would be appropriate. I think that really needs a woman’s eye. (It is a stereotype. I know but it is what I think.) She and my son made a list and over the past couple days I have been stockpiling those items in Cheryl’s office area in the extra bedroom we have here.

While doing that, selecting pictures and reading old notes that Cheryl wrote to herself, I had several crying jags. Looking inward for a bit, I may be an emotional wreck for a time while we transition. Just writing that on paper makes me think about our life. It was great. It is less so these days with her disease being a focus for everything.

So, is it guilt that I feel unable to take care of her as I want to? Or is it grief that we have come to the end of a part of our time together? It is my anxiety. Is this best for her? And me? How will I do when she is being cared for by others? A wide range of emotions wash over me.

Is it grief or is it guilt? Why do I use the term guilt?

There is much to meditate about.

Carpe Diem.