Three weeks in Asheville with Dad. An interesting time. Sometimes distressing, occasionally maddening, often . . . what, rewarding? It was good to be helping out, I guess. And I learned some things about Dad that I hadn't known before, or hadn't fully realized. It was wearying, too. Some hours and days were better than others. I did not think I could have done it indefinitely. I felt that I would have needed to have someone there with me, a partner to help shoulder the burden of concern and apprehension.
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