Was I? I’m trying. Sandwich caregiving. Here, there. Got a lot on my (mostly chic) plate. Only a few people know all that’s goin on but just know that every kindness and cruelty feels amplified. “But omg what are you working on ?!” My mom wandered for the first time. It’s been a benchmark for her: “Well I haven’t wandered have I?!” Her parents had it. My parent has it. My baby has grown into a toddler, hurdling towards discovery and a boom of language; my mom grasps at words and concepts her radiologist self can’t recognize. Beauty and heartbreak: my 4 year old feeding her words. So many blessings! I have the privilege to care for them both. I’m trying to be as present as possible. She’s still here. I am alone. I have support. I am the support. Where is the structural support?! “Three generations. How lucky are we? How lucky am I? — My beautiful mama. Every day. Lawd let the love and joy eclipse the heart-wrenching sadness. 🖤.