Happy Easter, dear friends. And Happy Passover. I’m in the Tampa airport, heading back to New England for the third time in less than a month. Dad is in the hospital. He wasn’t well when we were there for mom’s funeral, had failed dramatically since leaving the hospital and going into rehab. And yesterday he was bad enough to warrant another trip to the hospital.
I’m not sure if he’ll rally this time. The guy is tough…cross country skiing well into his eighties, hiking, biking, traveling…he and Annette never stopped. He even went to yoga with me a couple years ago. Wish I’d gotten a picture of him doing the downward facing dog. used to tell him, “I want to be like you when I grow up.”
But he’s not good…at least he wasn’t when my sisters were there last night…didn’t recognize anyone, agitated, trying to pull out IV lines and oxygen. It hurts me just to think of it…just hoping and praying that whatever meds they gave him last night settled him and gave him some peace.
Mom’s funeral was lovely. The music was beautiful and I was so moved by the people came, so very grateful to them and to all who’ve sent messages of support and condolences John rented an old farmhouse in the Berkshires with beds for everyone…kids and grandkids who had time to go for a short hike on the Appalachian Trail, played cards, eat, drink laugh and get caught up on each other’s lives. It was so good. I wonder if we’ll be renting it again soon.
And on a happier note, Jerry is doing really well…three meals a day (mushed up in blender) and down to 1 1/2 cans of feeding tube formula. Well on his way to steak and a baked potato! And minimal coughing. I drive him crazy staring at him every time he coughs…so scared he’s aspirating food and on his way to pneumonia. He may miss me during these many trips to MA but I’m sure it’s a nice break not to have me watching him every minute!
Who knows what this week will bring. The realization that life is fragile and precious, that none of us will get out of this alive, that we need to come to terms with our own mortality has been so “in my face” these days. Still, it’s Easter…a reminder that light shines in the darkness, good wins over evil, kindness will ultimately trump hate ( my stupid iPad automatically puts a capital T on trump…what’s that all about?)
Say a prayer for my dad and for Annette. They have been so joined at the hip that it was only very recently in their over forty year marriage that she went grocery shopping without him. I prayed all the way to the airport…May they have peace, may they have joy may they have courage and loving kindness. And may all of you have the same.