I saw a post in a Facebook group, and it cause me to take a step back. I have become a 2nd generation caregiver in my family, as well as others. My grandmother, my mother's mother, was a caregiver to her entire family. Meaning she cared for her parents, siblings, husband and children, until they left this earth. My grandmother left us at the age of 92. Here I am caring and helping her baby girl, my mother.
I know my grandmother had to have been tired, but she never showed it. At least I didn't see it, nor heard it in her voice. I'm sure she cried a many days and nights, got angry and more. How I wish I could talk and get advise from her now. My cousin often tell me, "you're Liz Harris granddaughter". It's time to live up to the example that went before me. I am doing the very best I can and I need the Lord to help me along the way, the same way He helped my grandmother.
I'm Liz Harris granddaughter!!!
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Thursday, January 15, 2026
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