The new season of my life. The administrator of my Dad care and helping my Mom deal with the transfer of her beloved husband of almost 70 years to a nursing home the day after my birthday. What a ball of emotions, I am crying as I write this post, but this is the only time I can be a daughter and grieve. In conversations, with medical staff, I must be together. We discuss changes in medication, around the clock nursing care, a DNR orders, my heart is in my stomach. I remain stone-faced so my Mom has a shoulder to lean on, only when I am at home, I sob like a child at the thought of loosing my Dad. Today we are bringing my birthday celebration dinner to the hospital, I will have my birthday with my Dad for the last time.