There’s always something to worry over as I recall and that worry wheel will just turn.
It was sometime in 2020, I think, that Burt found going up and down the staircase a fun way to exercise. We encouraged this as a supervised activity. I would accompany him and we’d go down a few flights to catch the elevator at another floor. Or he’d go with his aide.
One day it dawned on me that he might decide to try it on his own. What if he fell in the stairwell. There’s no camera coverage there. The doorman wouldn’t see what was going on, or where he was.
That never happened.
Worry becomes a habit when you become a caregiver. It’s distracting and adds an unnecessary burden. I did my best to stay positive.
I couldn’t stop myself worrying over what ifs like this. This one fit under the behind every blue sky there’s a cloud umbrella.
