Hope is the thing with feathers . . .

It is hard to believe that I finally got on this site -- not for the purpose I intended several months ago -- but rather for a more selfish reason, i.e., to request funds for a summer week getaway.  For most of my life, I have sacrificed for others and, with God's help, will continue to do so.  But for now, at age 65. I am physically and mentally drained as I alone continue to provide 24-hour care for my 94-year old mother, who is suffering from advanced Alzheimer's Disease.  I could go on and on about my crisis, but the goal is to obtain temporary relief -- not pity.

The funding I seek would go toward payment of a one-week hotel stay for my mom and me at a beach in the Carolinas this summer; a rental car to take us to our destination (my car broke down several years ago); and, hopefully, a caretaker who I could pay to sit with my mother a couple of hours the last two days so that I can take an evening stroll through the sands and let go as the ocean waves placate my soul ... Serenity ... Peace .... Precious seconds and minutes and hours to feel whole again.

It is understandable if I do not reach my goal because there are so many more pressing causes on this site.  But it does not hurt to HOPE.

HOPE IS THE THING WITH FEATHERS THAT PERCHES IN THE SOUL; AND SINGS THE TUNE WITHOUT THE WORDS, AND NEVER STOPS AT ALL (Emily Dickinson)