Being a Care Taker

It happening again I see it Even with me eyes closed I talking about my sister Brenda you know. I wanted it many times. Jerry first than mom. The shortness of breath. That feeling of what next. Standing behind her walker Oxygen hose It all the same you know. Brenda fell down yesterday It all happening the same way. I want to crawl into a small hole and just peek out now and than. Until her or my life come to that very end. If it was not for God. To walk us through I don't know what I would do . Because It happening again...