Today I awoke thinking about the state of my life. It’s pretty damn good on many fronts, and yet, this year has taken me down unfamiliar challenging roads and my mind has been wandering.
On May 10th, my father died in my arms. My best friend, my confident, my confidence builder, my poetic, brandy sharing spirit left me. On the recent night of…… the blood moon- the eclipse- as I stood staring at the sky I thought about love and immediately, a shooting star. Yes… love is the way to go. At least that is what I’m hoping for.
Soon after his death, I found myself newly alone. Interesting timing. Did I mention that I hate the word “interesting”? People tell me “you’re not given what you can’t handle.”
So, I have become one of the many women of this country who are care-giving (my mother still needs me), and still trying to keep a career going, hence earn my own living so I can pay my bills. My mother lives in PEI and I live in Vancouver. Needless to say, airlines, car rental places, hotels, motels, restaurants are all benefiting from this situation.
I’m not a complainer for the most part. My friends will attest to this but I’m witnessing more and more women, some friends of mine, who are slipping in their financial state because of care-giving. This slipping creates stress. And, we know what stress can do. It’s not good for anyone.
We have a federal election in three weeks and I’m feeling frustrated. Even mad. My family has saved the government so much money by being entrepreneurs, never going into debt, and looking after chronic illness on our own. And, I continue the ritual except that times are different.
Are the politicians talking about this? If you want our vote, you better start addressing this quiet elephant in the room. The women, and the occasional man, are looking after the seniors as the lineups get long for professional care.
My blog post is not about to expound statistics on this topic. My post is just a Trilby rant to say it’s time we turn to the still timely scene in the 1976 film “Network” and “get up from our chairs and get mad.”
It may not appear to be about love… but it is. It’s about love of our rights as human beings. Love for our fellow human’s sufferings. Listen to the scene.