While I was my father’s caretaker before he passed I would feel ashamed of being bored or restless or distracted. I would feel guilty about not thinking about him 24 hours a day. It took some time to really believe that it was okay to take a mental break. When you’re life is consumed by someone else’s illness parts of your mind will shut off, your mind will blur the edges of ideas and memories. As I grieve, I take great joy in finding moments I can be alone with my thoughts and rest my mind.Â














