The Road to a Friend's House is Never Long

J:  The journey that we are on with our parents definitely has some hidden blessings.  Growing up, my best friend Eileen lived in the house across the street.  Some of my earliest and best memories are of running to her garage door and "calling" for her.  This involved a sing-songy chant (Oh Eileen . . .) where I would ask if she was home and if she could come out to play.  If the door wasn't answered immediately I would improvise verses until someone came to the door to inform me of Eileen's whereabouts.  I was not unique.  Everyone "called" for each other in our neighborhood, as our moms were anxious to get us out of the house and, of course, we had no cell phones!

So how lucky am I today, that all I have to do to reach my sister and closest friend is run across the street and call for her in the very same house?  Each time I walk in I think of the series of events that brought us to this point.  I wish that my parents didn't have AD.  I wish they didn't have to have round the clock care and live with my sister or be put in a nursing home.  I wish that all of that stuff could be different. But it's not.  And the wonderful silver lining is that the house where they live still houses my best friend!  Oh Ellen . . .