
The Sandwich Generation, a 4am Fall, and a $6 Box of Equal
I broke the sacred Pact of Daughters. I let my mother run out of Equal.
That is the funny half. Here’s the other half.
My mother lives two blocks away, alone. She falls. I don’t let her drive. Her home health company didn’t show up for ten days and neither of them thought to tell me.
On Saturday she sent me to voicemail.
At four in the morning, my husband was standing next to the bed telling me my mother had called him — not me.
So the thing I kept telling myself wouldn’t happen, happened. And I don’t know what we do now.
Raising parents is 1,000 times harder than raising children, and I will…
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