http://nancypeacockbooks.com/wp/caring-for/ Scribbles, Comments, and Illuminations in the Margins of Two Writers' Lives Mon, 17 Nov 2014 17:08:53 +0000 hourly 1 http://nancypeacockbooks.com/wp/caring-for/#comment-890 Mon, 17 Nov 2014 17:08:53 +0000 http://nancypeacockbooks.com/wp/?p=639#comment-890 I am not new to caregiving in all its luminous and exhausting moments. Grace does not come naturally, I believe. It grows in us through our awkward stumblings and our rebellious fire. And we never quite reach it, that state of grace. We come close at times, and at others, we are hideously lacking. Such is caregiving. Seeming impossible in the moment, and even in retrospect, long after the death of our loved one. Because it is. Because no one wants to look that long in the mirror to see every flaw and blemish on our soul, and yet caregiving demands it. We will always fall short of our ideal. But the thing is? We showed up. We knew it would be messy and demanding, but we still showed up. And we’re human. And that’s as graceful as it gets.

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