Odd thoughts

I've posted a number of flower pieces today and, as I was working on this, I was thinking about when I was creating the cards and ornaments.  I realized something.  I was making them because I was afraid.  Dad has weakened so much that working with God's flowers was easier than watching his labored breathing or his struggle to sit up.  I was close enough to be instantly available if he needed me but could, for brief moments think of something else.  Is that selfish?  I don't know.  Hmmm...