I suppose none of us really knows where we are on the path of life. Sometimes we get a clue though.
Today, The Bearded One could not find his way to a nearby shopping center where he routinely goes. Granted, there is a small detour so that would make the trip a bit more challenging, but he has lived here for 30 years. Sigh. Luckily, he was able to return home and asked me to navigate for him. He did not comment further on the trip other than it had been difficult for him to find his way home.
It hurts to write this. I am not sure what I should share with loved ones. There is little I can do so there is less that they can do.
It is what it is.
I guess I just want you to know that it is.