It appears I am about to find out what it is like to be a part of the sandwich generation where one cares for a dependent elder while dealing with the younger generation as well. Mind you, it is not my elder relative, but the gently crumbling father of a good friend who is in need of tender care and direction. I hardly ever hear from my friend anymore since she’s so busy with work and parenting the prior generation. So next week I will run off to the transitional center and the elegant elder and I shall endeavor traveling to the eye doctor.
In the meantime, the youngest generation in my family are mostly either in Alaska or on the way to Alaska to visit with long time friends of their mother. I’ll miss the birthday of the eldest as the trip is a bit much to help blow out candles on her birthday cake.