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There Used To Be M & M's

Hope for the Caregiver / Peter Rosenberger
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November 25, 2021 3:30 am

There Used To Be M & M's

Hope for the Caregiver / Peter Rosenberger

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November 25, 2021 3:30 am

For as long as I can remember, when my father arrived home from reserve duty in the military, he brought each of my brothers and my sister a pack of M & M’s. Extending past his service as a naval officer, he and my mother continued the tradition when we returned from college. Each time we showed up with our luggage (sometimes filled with dirty laundry), we’d walk into our rooms to find a bag of M&M’s waiting on the pillow.

When they moved from the house where they raised five sons and a daughter, their new home carried the custom. Bringing our wives, then children, and now even our grandchildren, the familiar brown-bagged treats (sometimes the yellow bags of peanut M&M’s) from my parents awaited every family member.

Except for this year.

Nearly succumbing to congestive heart failure, my mother endured a dramatic and challenging year—as did my father. A US Naval officer and pastor for almost 60 years, my father stepped into the role of caregiver for the first time, and I watched the process take a toll on him.

It felt odd. While I’ve cared for my wife with severe disabilities for more than 35 years, I’ve never seen my dad in this role. I found myself placing a hand on his shoulder, much like he did for me many times following my wife’s now eighty-plus operations. He sat with me in countless ICUs, hospital rooms, and waiting rooms. Now I sat with him.

His seasoned faith remains intact and strong, yet he struggled to wrap his mind around the relentless assault of continued medical setbacks. With the same gentleness and encouragement he offered to me over decades of caregiving, I returned the favor.

I’ve often heard that “…There’s no pain like watching your children hurt.”

Watching your parents hurt must run a close second.

With a herculean effort by medical staff, along with my mother’s grit, she pulled through. While not where she’d like to be, she’s further than most expected. After a couple of months away, we returned to their home for the Thanksgiving holidays. They look tired, older, but optimistic. The family pulled together, and the house looks great. The only significant difference I noticed was an oxygen tank in their bedroom.

For the first time in my memory, however, no M & M’s waited on the pillows. The absence of those treats indicates a passage and a farewell to parts of who they used to be. Their home stands in a heavily wooded area of upstate South Carolina. As we prepare for Thanksgiving, the trees surrounding their home continue shedding an entire color palate of leaves. The loveliness of autumn is a sad one that brushes hearts the same way the wind grazes branches.

So it is when watching those who loomed large in our lives diminish in vigor, but not in beauty. As many will attest, it’s the shedding of small things—the wisps of everyday things taken for granted—that often bring a tear.

During holidays, deep feelings seem to rise to the surface faster than other times. For many Americans, Thanksgiving marks the beginning of a difficult season of slow goodbyes, bittersweet celebrations, and, for some, the ache of absence.

Yet, not all is sorrow. Slowing our lifestyles to the pace of our hearts, we can cling to each other a bit tighter. After dinner, we can pause a little longer at the table—or sit quietly for an extra couple of minutes with those we love. If a chair is empty, we can choose to fill that seat with cherished memories.

Families across our country feel this kind of heartache— one so deeply connected to caregiving. Helping those caregivers is no easy task. Yet, that help remains critical to not only the caregiver but also their loved one. Part of that help is assisting caregivers in grieving without them sinking into despair. Doing so always involves redirecting our gaze to gratitude.

The treats I’ve enjoyed for a lifetime no longer await me, but the loving hands that placed them are still here to hold. Placing that candy on their pillows instead, I now possess a greater understanding of the joy they both shared—for a lifetime.

This Thanksgiving, I discovered gratitude can be found in something as simple as a bag of M & M’s.

Grief is the price we pay for love. Queen Elizabeth II

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As long as I can remember when my father arrived home from reserve duty in the military. He brought each of my brothers and my sister a pack of M&Ms extending past his service as a naval officer.

He and my mother continued the tradition. We returned from college. Each time we showed up with our luggage, sometimes filled with dirty laundry would walk into our rooms to find a bag of M&Ms waiting on the pillow when they moved from the house where they raised five sons and a daughter. Their new home also. The custom ring your spouses and children and now even our grandchildren.

The familiar brown bag treats sometimes they were yellow bags of peanut M&Ms, but they still waited for every family member.

Except this nearly succumbing to congestive heart failure. My mother endured a dramatic and challenging interest in my father US Naval officer and pastor for almost 60 years. My father stepped in the role of caregiver for the first time and I watch the process take a toll on it felt odd. What I've cared for my wife with severe disabilities for more than 35 years of never seen my dad in this role, I found myself placing a hand on her shoulder much like he did for me many times following my wife's tail 80+ operations.

He sat with me and countless ICUs hospital rooms and waiting rooms now sit with him his season faith remains intact and strong, yet he struggles to wrap his mind around the relentless assault of continued medical setbacks with the same gentleness and encouragement. He offered me over decades of caregiving. Return the favor of often heard that there is no pain like watching your children hurt watching your parents hurt must run a close second with a Herculean effort by medical staff, along with my mother's grid she pulled through.

While not where she'd like to be. She's further than most expect after couple months away. We returned to their home for the Thanksgiving holidays. They look tired over but optimistic. The family pulled together in the house looks great. The only difference I noticed was an oxygen tank bedroom for the first time in my memory.

However, no M&Ms waited on the pillows, the absence of those treats indicates a passage and farewell to parts of who they used to be their home stands in a heavily wooded area of upstate South Carolina as we prepare for Thanksgiving. The trees surrounded their home. Continue shedding an entire color palette of leaves the loveliness of autumn is a sad one that rushes hearts the same way the wind graces branches so it is when watching those who loomed large in our lives. Diminishing vigor, but not in as many will test is the shedding of small things. The wisp of everyday things taken for granted that often bring a tear during holidays deep feeling seem to rise to the surface faster than other times for many Americans. Thanksgiving marks the beginning of a difficult season of slow goodbyes, bittersweet celebrations for some ache of absence, yet not always slowing our lifestyle to the pace of our hearts, we can cling to each other a bit tighter. After dinner we can pause a little longer at the table or sit quietly for an extra couple of minutes with those.

If the chair is empty. We can choose to fill that seat with chairs families across our country feel this kind of hardening one so deeply connected to caregiving helping those caregivers is no easy task.

Yet that help remains critical to not only the caregiver but also their love part of that help assisting caregivers and grieving without them sinking into despair, doing so always involves redirecting our gaze to gratitude treats.

I enjoyed for a lifetime no longer wait with the loving hands and placed them are still there to hold placing some M&Ms on their pillows instead. I now possess a greater understanding of the joy they both shared for a lifetime. This Thanksgiving, I discovered gratitude can be found in something as simple as a bag. Queen Elizabeth II said grief is the price we pay for