The Gift of the Conversations We Have While We Can


Yesterday, a good friend reminded me of something I sometimes forget.

She asked me how I was feeling about my dad, his cancer, and the fact that he is going through chemotherapy to keep it at bay.

My answer surprised me a little.

“I’m okay.”

Not because I want him to die. I don’t.

Not because I want him to experience pain or struggle. I certainly don’t.

I’m okay because my dad and I have talked.

We don’t keep things from each other. We’ve had the hard conversations. We’ve talked about what matters to him, what he wants, and what he doesn’t want. I know his wishes.

And there is an incredible kind of peace that comes from that.

I’m still his little girl. I’m sure there are times he puts on a brave face for me, and maybe even fights a little harder because I’m watching.

But underneath all of that is something I’m incredibly grateful for: we have talked honestly while we still can.

My dad has loved me to the best of his ability. He has taught me lessons through both the good and the difficult parts of life. He communicates the best way he knows how.

And that, in itself, is a gift.

There is another side to this realization for me.

My mom and I had those conversations too. We talked about life. We talked about difficult things. We talked deeply.

But dementia has changed that.

The conversations I once had with my mom, the ones where we could explore an idea, work through something difficult, or simply connect heart-to-heart, aren’t available in the same way anymore.

And that has made my relationship with my dad feel even more precious.

He has become, in some ways, my saving grace. I can still talk to him in a way I can no longer talk to my mom.

And maybe that’s the lesson I’m being reminded of.

Have the conversations.

Don’t assume there will always be more time.

Ask the questions you’ve been avoiding.

Tell someone what they mean to you.

Talk about what matters. Talk about wishes. Talk about fears. Talk about the things that feel uncomfortable.

Because someday, one of those conversations may become a gift you carry with you.

As a coach, I often talk about being intentional with our lives. Sometimes that means setting boundaries or taking care of our bodies. Sometimes it means slowing down enough to actually listen to what our hearts are telling us.

And sometimes, it simply means picking up the phone and having the conversation.

While you still can.

A few things to consider

– What conversation have you been putting off?
– Is there something you need to ask someone while they are still able to answer?
– Is there something you need to say that you’ve assumed you will have time to say later?
– Do the people closest to you actually know what matters most to you?
– And if circumstances changed tomorrow, would you have peace knowing you had said what needed to be said?

We can’t control how much time we have with the people we love.

But we can be intentional about how we use the time we have.

Sometimes the greatest gift isn’t knowing what the future holds.

It’s knowing that you’ve had the conversations that matter.The Gift of the Conversations We Have While We Can

Yesterday, a good friend reminded me of something I sometimes forget.

She asked me how I was feeling about my dad, his cancer, and the fact that he is going through chemotherapy to keep it at bay.

My answer surprised me a little.

“I’m okay.”

Not because I want him to die. I don’t.

Not because I want him to experience pain or struggle. I certainly don’t.

I’m okay because my dad and I have talked.

We don’t keep things from each other. We’ve had the hard conversations. We’ve talked about what matters to him, what he wants, and what he doesn’t want. I know his wishes.

And there is an incredible kind of peace that comes from that.

I’m still his little girl. I’m sure there are times he puts on a brave face for me, and maybe even fights a little harder because I’m watching.

But underneath all of that is something I’m incredibly grateful for: we have talked honestly while we still can.

My dad has loved me to the best of his ability. He has taught me lessons through both the good and the difficult parts of life. He communicates the best way he knows how.

And that, in itself, is a gift.

There is another side to this realization for me.

My mom and I had those conversations too. We talked about life. We talked about difficult things. We talked deeply.

But dementia has changed that.

The conversations I once had with my mom, the ones where we could explore an idea, work through something difficult, or simply connect heart-to-heart, aren’t available in the same way anymore.

And that has made my relationship with my dad feel even more precious.

He has become, in some ways, my saving grace. I can still talk to him in a way I can no longer talk to my mom.

And maybe that’s the lesson I’m being reminded of.

Have the conversations.

Don’t assume there will always be more time.

Ask the questions you’ve been avoiding.

Tell someone what they mean to you.

Talk about what matters. Talk about wishes. Talk about fears. Talk about the things that feel uncomfortable.

Because someday, one of those conversations may become a gift you carry with you.

As a coach, I often talk about being intentional with our lives. Sometimes that means setting boundaries or taking care of our bodies. Sometimes it means slowing down enough to actually listen to what our hearts are telling us.

And sometimes, it simply means picking up the phone and having the conversation.

While you still can.

A few things to consider

  • What conversation have you been putting off?
  • Is there something you need to ask someone while they are still able to answer?
  • Is there something you need to say that you’ve assumed you will have time to say later?
  • Do the people closest to you actually know what matters most to you?
  • And if circumstances changed tomorrow, would you have peace knowing you had said what needed to be said?

We can’t control how much time we have with the people we love.

But we can be intentional about how we use the time we have.

Sometimes the greatest gift isn’t knowing what the future holds.

It’s knowing that you’ve had the conversations that matter.

Sometimes Caregiving Means Stepping Back, Honoring Their Wishes

Loving aging parents can be complicated.

I know this in two very different ways.

My mom lives with me and has Alzheimer’s. Her care often requires me to step in, anticipate, organize, and help her navigate each day.

Then there is my dad.

He is facing his own health challenges, but he is mentally capable, knows what he wants, and has been clear about how he wants to approach his care.

He doesn’t want to be babied.
He doesn’t want to be catered to.
Sometimes he just wants to be left alone.

That can be hard for a daughter.

My instinct is to help, reassure, and make things easier. But I’m learning that my dad doesn’t need me to take over. He needs me to respect his ability to make his own choices.

Sometimes caregiving means stepping back.

It means honoring their wishes, even when we would choose differently. It means allowing them to be scared, frustrated, stubborn, or set in their ways without immediately trying to fix it.

And it means giving ourselves permission to feel what comes with loving an aging parent.

I can respect my dad’s choices and still be scared.
I can be patient and still become frustrated.
I can be grateful for our honest conversations and still wish for more time.

Those feelings don’t make me a bad daughter. They make me human.

With Mom, caregiving is woven into my everyday life. I can’t simply step away from it. So I’m learning to remind myself that my life still exists within the caregiving.

I can still laugh. Exercise. Spend time with my husband. Take the dog for a walk. Sit by the lake. Make plans. Have moments that belong just to me.

I don’t have to wait for caregiving to end before I allow myself to live.

Helpful Reminders

  • Ask before helping: “Do you want help, or do you just want me to listen?”
  • Respect capable adults: Their choices don’t have to be our choices.
  • Separate their anxiety from ours: We can support them without carrying every fear.
  • Allow the feelings: Love, frustration, grief, gratitude, and fear can coexist.
  • Stay connected to yourself: Ask, “What do I need today that has nothing to do with caregiving?”

We can’t control the aging process or make every decision for the people we love.

But we can choose how we show up.

Sometimes we step in.

Sometimes we step back.

And sometimes the reminder we need most is:

“I’m here for you. And I’m here for me, too.”

People often try to solve grief when what grief actually needs is witnessing.

Today is my birthday.

It’s also the third year in a row that my mom, because of Alzheimer’s, doesn’t know it’s the day she gave birth to me.

Someone I love asked, “How do I fix this?”

The answer is… you don’t.

Some things aren’t meant to be fixed. They’re meant to be witnessed.

As a life coach, I’ve learned that one of the healthiest things we can do is stop treating grief like a problem to solve. Grief is love looking for a place to land.

Today, I’m sad.

I’m also grateful that I still get to hold my mom’s hand.

Those emotions don’t compete. They coexist.

We often think strength means choosing gratitude over grief. But real emotional health allows us to hold both at the same time.

If someone you love is carrying a loss that can’t be fixed, resist the urge to find the perfect words. Instead, offer your presence.

“I see this hurts.”

“I’m here with you.”

“Your feelings make sense.”

Sometimes the greatest gift we can give another person isn’t an answer.

It’s permission to feel.

Today I’ll celebrate another year of life. I’ll grieve another year of loss. And I’ll be grateful for every moment I still have with my mom.

All three belong here. ❤️

When the Caregiver Becomes the Compass

Finding the Shore Through the Fog of Alzheimer’s


Standing at the water’s edge, I knew the lake was there.


I couldn’t see it. The fog had wrapped itself around the shoreline, blurring every familiar landmark. If someone had arrived for the first time that morning, they might have wondered if there was even a lake beyond the mist.


But I knew better.


I had seen it on clear days. I knew where the shoreline curved, where the water met the rocks, and how the sunlight danced across its surface. The fog had changed my view, but it hadn’t changed the truth.


That’s what caregiving for someone living with Alzheimer’s or dementia feels like.


The disease is the fog.


It rolls in quietly, hiding memories, routines, names, and places that once felt as permanent as the shoreline itself. To your loved one, the world can become unfamiliar and uncertain. But as caregivers, we remember what the fog has concealed.


We become their compass.


A compass doesn’t remove the fog. It simply points toward what is true.


When your loved one forgets which room is theres, you gently walk beside them.
When they can’t remember that breakfast comes after getting dressed, you lovingly guide her through the next step.


When yesterday disappears and tomorrow has no meaning, you become the steady voice that says, “We’re okay. This way.”


As a life coach, I’ve learned that so much of life is spent chasing perfect clarity. We tell ourselves we’ll feel confident once the fog lifts.


Caregiving teaches a different lesson.


Sometimes the greatest strength isn’t seeing farther.
It’s knowing enough to take the next faithful step.


This photograph reminds me that even when the lake is invisible, the path is still beneath our feet. The trees continue to grow. The bench waits patiently. Life hasn’t stopped because visibility has changed.


The same is true in caregiving.


Love becomes less about restoring what was and more about faithfully guiding what remains.


You become the keeper of routines. The holder of stories. The gentle reminder of home. The compass that points toward safety when someone else’s internal map no longer can.


One day, the fog will lift for all of us.


Until then, may we have the courage to walk slowly, speak gently, and trust that what love has built cannot be erased by what memory has lost.


Reflection


If you’re caring for someone with dementia today, remember this: You don’t have to clear the fog. You only have to keep pointing toward love. That’s what a compass does. It doesn’t change the weather. It simply helps someone find their way home. ❤️

The hardships of grief

What started out as a normal day turned quickly. Our pup Athena was still in bed, when my mom was looking to walk her. She seemed to be a bit slower and  tired. I made an appointment that am at the vet office.  We took 2 cars knowing she would be coming home with Mom, and I would go from there to my office.  After some x-rays we learn that she had two tumors on either side of her heart making it difficult for her to breathe.

She didn’t come home.  My husband met us at the vet office.  We cried, we loved on her as best we could knowing that it was the last time. 

We left her there and went all home to a house that felt so empty.  We shed so many tears and shared memories of all her silliness.  We couldn’t sleep or eat.  Just feeling lost and out of balance.   

Mom was especially lonely during the day when we went to work, no more walking buddy in the morning, no one to talk too when we were at work. 

It’s been just shy of a year, we still shed tears and smile when we see pictures of her.  She will always hold a piece of our heart.

We have made room for a new pup, but her presence is still missed each and every day.  The loss is still felt but our perspective is different we realize how lucky we were to have 14 years with her.  

Grief is a crazy thing, it comes in waves, sometimes  crashing down all around you and other times just gently pulling you in.