Simple sense.

Yes, I’m beginning to recognize. That I can’t have everything. That I have to settle for less. And that I can’t always pick and choose. One is dealt his hand. And he must make the best of it.  By finding a way to be happy. That’s the bottom-line, isn't it? To be reasonably happy. Even when I was an Alzheimer’s care-giver. As it turned out. That role was a blessing. Because that’s what I made of it. Maybe I fooled myself. Into thinking that care-giving of another taught me how to take better care of myself. That was the only way to be a good care-giver to dear Jeanne. I was in love. Not only with Jeanne. But with the act of care-giving. Yes, it makes sense. Simple sense. --Jim Broede