Stephen is moving in with Robert. And Mira is moving in
with me. Trina and I are going to care for her a little more.
We hadn’t realized how much care she was now needing.
And Stephen is only 13 and doing on his own.
We all feel really badly for not having realized. But we are all
so busy with the daily chores and upkeep of the animals
and all that just daily survival entails.
I’m so thankful we have running water.
We still have to heat it now that it’s so cold. But it’s better
than having to haul it from somewhere else. And with her
being sick it’s so much help.
I can’t believe how much this boy has been doing on his
own.
He doesn’t want to be in Robert’s room. But he has time
to settle in there while Robert’s away.
He should not be burdened with caring for him mother
alone. And the only way he won’t be is if he’s in another
room. It’s not like he’s not free to go to her room (now
mine) and see her whenever he wants to.
Mira is deteriorating fast. It must be awful to be possibly
dying a very slow death and not know what it is that’s
killing you.
For now, she’s still here.
Sam