Digging Deep

At some point over the next couple of weeks my mother had a call that the relationship between my brother and his wife had broken down with my father and my Aunt refused to have my father stay at the house but I was never told the reason why and I had no desire to know what had happened but knew it was significant. He was in the Palliative Care Ward at the local hospital however was not actively dying and therefore had nowhere to go and needed to be cared for by someone and no one was available or willing to take on the care. The situation was difficult someone had to go to provide care for him and find somewhere to live and become his carer until he died and my mother and sister both adamantly refused and not their problem. My sense of duty and daughter responsibility kicked in and I knew that this was the last time that I would have to summon the strength and courage to play my role. There was no option to leave him at his time of need so I flew to where he was with the intent to care for him until he died, because that was my responsibility and the only one he had.