Being a caregiver is overwhelming and relentless. It’s mostly a thankless job with little or no time to give to yourself. There are primary and secondary losses to being a primary caregiver to the sick and aging.
When A Father Is Gone
I lost my biological father when I was just an infant. My mother remarried a wonderful man whom I’ve called “dad” since I was three. I don’t know any different, however I’ve always felt the void of not knowing someone who went missing before I could articulate my love for him. I believe it’s because of an instinctual bond we have for our fathers.
