Like a hedgehog

I am workingfor a few hours this morning at the branch store. In between customers, I have ample time to mull. I am sad, because for the first time in over a quarter century, my parents will not be making the trip north to Burt Lake. My mother has care issues and it would be too hard. She got angry with me when I helped her shower and later when I tried to help her use the toilet. It will be much better when non-family aides help her with these chores. Do I mind that she got angry with me? Not really. My husband tactlessly answered when I told him, "I figured they wouldn't go." or some such. I regret that I don't have anyone to share my thoughts. I'm not looking for answers but someone to listen. The past two weeks have been hard--changes upon changes piling one on top of the other and I am trying to process them. I just finished the novel by a British author, "No, I Don't Want to Join a Book Club." She writes a book in the guise of fiction about turning 60. Of course, we have the new grandbaby, first one! and the death of a friend from lung cancer which unfortunately struck too close to home.