When I am empty, even small stuff is an obstacle. Like whitewater rafting, with enough water, the raft will find its way around the rocks. But when the river is low, even a small boulder is going to block you.
As a caregiver, this is essential. But really, when is it not? I have to stay able: loved up, prayed up, rested up and supported in whatever flavor I can let in. Perhaps its poetry, music, gardening, walking myself or the dog, playing piano or with kids. …what makes me happy? What fills me? I keep a list in my wallet and can feel improved just by thinking about it. Because it is not about what or how much I do. It can’t be. I can never do enough to stop death.
If you stay full, your sweet people may not die today and if they do, they will see that you will be O.K. It will let them move on in peace, and that is a gift to everyone in attendance. Stay full so you can do what is yours to do today…and that’s enough. That’s a good day.