No, Maria. It’s just me and my shadow as the old song goes. But alas, I am used to it as it has been this way my entire life. Dad will be put into a nursing home when I move out. That’s why I’m hanging on for as long as I can. I know he won’t want that but at this point, and I feel selfish for saying it, it’s me or him. I can’t do it any longer. I’m tired and it’s wearing me out.

I’m no spring chicken and I’m sick. There’s only so much I can do and I think I’ve done it.