I go to the cemetery in New Jersey every year before the Jewish holidays. He drives me. His parents are buried in another cemetery close by.
I was proud of myself today, because here we were in a car, and I wouldn't let him needle me. I practiced my "quiet voice" and kept saying that I would be walking out of a room as my "doctor" said if he did it at home. I must always remember to have gotten a good nights sleep before I go in a car with him.
He was beyond frustrated and angered. I didn't fold. I'm getting good at taking care of myself.
Thank you Almighty.
I am grateful.
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