5 Things

5 things I don't think I'll ever understand:

1. When people are driving/turning in/from the left lane and they want to turn right, or when they know that that the left lane is ending...and then they just cut you off to get over at the last second.

2. Why people take the last of the toilet paper and don't replace the roll.

3. When people call you about a problem they're having and are rude and nasty to you and expect you to graciously help them, when you've personally done nothing wrong.

4. Why people leave a mess behind them expecting others to clean it up.

5. How people can deliberately harm animals or children (or any living being, for that matter!)

5 things I love:

1. When I check the mailbox and there is something in there other than bills or junk mail.

2. When my son takes a decent nap on the weekend and I can actually get a task or two completely done.

3. Finding one of my favorite movies playing on TV (such as Terms of Endearment, 50 First Dates, Click, Hitch or Star Wars.

4.  Cuddling with my boys.
5.  Finding the perfect gift for someone I love, and sending it to them when it's not for any special occasion.


5 things I miss:
1.  Going to the Clawson 4th of July festival every year with my parents.
2.  Our large family Christmas Eve gatherings.
3.  Flying in an airplane on a regular basis.
4.  The beautiful leaves in the fall.
5.  Lilacs!!!


5 things I'm looking forward to:
1.  Taking my son on adventures to museums, parks, movie theaters and other fun places.
2.  Going on family vacations.
3.  Seeing Paris, Rome, Sydney, and hopefully Cairo one day.
4.  Watching what new thing my son will learn or do tomorrow.
5.  Maybe moving to Hawaii one day.


5 things that make me sad:
1.  Knowing that my son will not remember my parents.
2.  Not being able to see my family and friends as often as I'd like to.
3.  How selfish and inconsiderate our society is becoming.
4.  All of the historic landmarks that are being destroyed in the Middle East.
5.  Not being able to spend more time with my husband and son.


5 things I'll never forget:
1.  How happy I was on my wedding day.
2.  The birth of my son.
3.  Swimming with sea turtles in Maui.
4.  My first solo flight at Western.
5.  Watching my mom pass away.


5 things that will probably not exist in 10 years:

1.  Land line phones.

2.  The USPS.

3.  Personal checks.

4.  Artificial food colors, high fructose corn syrup and MSG (I hope!!!)

5.  Rental DVD movies.

(I used to have this exact phone!)

5 famous people I've met:

1.  Carrie Fisher

2.  Patti Wagstaff

3.  Chuck Yeager

4.  Pat Sajak

5.  Malcolm Jamal-Warner

5 people I'd like to meet:

1.  Tim McGraw

2.  Tom Hanks

3.  Matthew McConaughy

4.  Harrison Ford

5.  Robin Williams

5 changes I'd like to make in my life:

1.  Learn more patience.

2.  Continue to eat better and get healthier.

3.  Get more exercise.

4.  Learn more patience.
5.  Learn more patience.


5 quotes I love and try to live by:
1.  Be kinder than necessary, as everyone is fighting some sort of battle.― J.M. Barrie
2.  Lack of planning on your part doesn't constitute and emergency on my part.― Unknown
3.  Never lose hope. Stay strong, you never know what tomorrow brings.― Magith Noohukhan
4.  A friend is someone who knows all about you and still loves you. ― Elbert Hubbard
5.  But better to get hurt by the truth than comforted with a lie.― Khaled Hosseini

My Childhood

I've been dreaming about my parents a lot recently. Not sure why, but it's been causing me to think about the memories I have from growing up.  I mostly have really good memories of my childhood. Like I can still remember loving the way my mom smelled, and how I always begged her to scratch my back (she was the BEST backscratcher.) And how I used to plead with my parents to let me stay up late and watch "The Rockford Files" with my dad; not that I probably even cared about the show, I just wanted to stay up late with my dad. Every morning when he left for work (before I got up for school) he would kiss me goodbye. I still remember how his cologne smelled. They absolutely had their faults and made mistakes, no doubt.  But we all do, and I don't see any point in reliving the bad times.  There were lots of good things, both big and small.

My parents had both been married previously, and had children from their first marriages. But none of my brothers or my sister lived with us.  My dad's three sons lived with their mom, and my mom's son and daughter were already young adults, living on their own.  My parents were 40 years old when I was born, so I imagine my life was different from other kids who had 20-30 year old parents.  My mom always said "sorry you have such old parents," and I hated it when she would say that.  I couldn't imagine having anyone else for my parents.

I sometimes felt a little lonely, not growing up with any siblings, but it was mostly when we lived in the "country" in Minnesota. None of the kids my age/class lived close by, so having a friend over to play was a rarity.  There were a few younger and older kids that lived on our street that I sometimes played with, but it wasn't often enough for my liking.

I loved being around my grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins. So when my parents decided to move back to Michigan, I was very upset. Everyone that I knew was in Minnesota.  I knew we had a lot of family in Michigan, but to a 9 year old, it was still a very traumatic experience.  I had been born in MI, but I was only a toddler when we left there for MN, so I didn't know my family in MI well.

The first few years weren't too bad in MI. Once we got settled into our home in Oak Park, I made friends quickly and had a great time. I was still missing everyone back in MN, but I was adjusting.  I do remember writing many letters to one of my godmothers and one of my best friends back in MN, pouring my heart out about how homesick I was. I know we had some struggling times over the years, but my parents did a pretty good job of protecting me from those worries.  I don't think I was spoiled, but I always had what I really needed.  Ok, maybe I was a little bit spoiled, but not to the point that made me a brat.  They taught me to be respectful, work hard, and be kind to others.

I am a lot closer in age to my two (oldest) nieces, so I have a lot of very fond memories of playing with them when we were younger. They were more like little sisters to me.  In the first five or so years that we lived in MI, we had some really fun times with the extended family.  I enjoyed seeing them just as much as I had with the family in MN. As I got older, we saw everyone less and less, but it was great when we did get together. That's why I still today love going to family weddings - many of them are there!

The hardest part about my childhood was all the moving around that we did, because it meant starting all over again. New school, new friends, etc.  When we moved to Oak Park, MI, I started 4th grade as the new kid. Then we moved to Royal Oak in the middle of 7th grade. Middle school/junior high is hard enough, but then I was the new kid, too! Luckily, I made a few great friends for the year and a half that I was in RO. I'm surprised that we didn't build a house and stay there for my high school years, but for whatever reason, we moved again at the start of my freshman year of high school.

Our new house in Rochester Hills wasn't quite ready to move into before my 9th grade year started. My dad was a carpenter, and was pretty much building it by himself. It was our "dream" house, a tri-level. I tried to live with my brother and his family in Utica (just a few minutes from our new house) until our home was ready, but it just didn't work out. So my dad brought me with him every morning from RO, and back home again every afternoon until November, when we finally could move in.

At first, high school was rough. Of course, I didn't know anyone (again). And I was so disappointed that I missed out on joining marching band; they started practicing during the summer, but we had no idea. So by the time school started, I was too far behind what they'd already learned, I guess.  I can still remember going to my home room class on the second day of school, not knowing that you didn't go to home room every day, and how mortified I was when the teacher made fun of me for it, and the whole class of upperclassmen laughed at my expense. But honestly, high school was the best out of all the schools I went to. I had an awesome group of friends, and had some really great experiences.  Especially my senior year. Wow, to be a Senior: we could go off property for lunch, I had a teacher's aide role with one of my favorite teachers, Spring Break in Daytona Beach, and all of the fun Senior-only activities - including finishing school before the underclassmen did! 

I have been fortunate enough to stay close with one of my best friends from high school. Many of them are also on Facebook, including some of the ones I made throughout my childhood and college - so it's nice to still have some contact with them, too. I sometimes miss those days when friends were almost always around to go to a movie or just hang out with. Now we all have our own families and different priorities. It's not nearly as easy to get together, especially now that I live so much further away from everyone.

So far, I have three scrapbooks packed full of my childhood memories - and I'm not done yet!  My best friend from high school is coming to visit in about a week with her family, and I'm really looking forward to spending time with them, and maybe even do a little reminiscing...good times.

Happiness is...

I love waking up and seeing baby boy sleeping. So peaceful, so beautiful.  It's still hard to believe that I created someone so amazing. Truly a miracle.

I have just recently come to terms with the fact that the time I have to spend with him is ok, and he's doing just fine. I was having a hard time being completely comfortable with the fact that I'm working full-time and that some days I only get to spend a few hours with him. I'm not 100% happy about it, but at least I'm not as anxious about it as I used to be.

It's awesome to come home from work and have him light up when he sees me - and either crawl like a madman towards me or practically jump out of my husband's arms to come and see me.  That makes my day, every day. It never gets old. 

I am fascinated by how much he's learned in only one year, and how quickly he learns new things - no matter how small they are.  Like how to drink from a cup. It's funny how you notice this kind of stuff so much more when it's your own kid, and how fascinating and exciting it is.  I don't know if it's just because I'm his mom or what. It's pretty cool, whatever it is.

No, my life isn't all roses and lollipops, but I do try to stay positive amongst a lot of negativity that surrounds me on an almost daily basis.  Some days it gets to me, and I fall into the trap of negative thinking. I guess that's human nature.  I just try to keep those days to a minimum, and know that things can always be a lot worse. Tomorrow is a new day - who knows what's going to happen?

I love living in south Florida; winters here are heavenly, except for all the snowbirds. Yeah, I know that if it weren't for them, I probably wouldn't have a job.  But especially after this past winter, I'm very glad they're gone. The traffic was awful, restaurants were always packed, and the stores were insanely busy. But the worst part about living here is not having my extended family (and some very good friends) near by.  Not being able to see them whenever I want to sucks big time.  I know it was my decision to move so far away from them, so I have to deal with it, and just try to go and visit them whenever I can.

On a completely separate note, I'm a huge believer in karma - both good and bad. It usually takes a lot longer than I prefer fo karma to work it's magic, but nevertheless, I think it exists. I really hope that karma helps us to have some great experiences this year. So far, it has been a relatively decent 4 1/2 months for us. No major illnesses, no accidents, no huge mistakes (knock on wood.)  I did recently lose yet another family member, so that wasn't great. But she and her immediate family were really suffering a great deal in her last days, so I am thankful that she is no longer in pain, and that now the family (especially her children and grandchildren) can begin to heal. It's crazy to think that in less than one year, the last three of my grandmother's sisters have all left this earth.  That's a total of six people in my family, including my parents and my aunt.  Still hard to believe.  Our family really needs a break!

But the point of this story is that I have a lot to be happy about.  Even though there are many things that aren't so great in my life, the things and people who matter the most make everything pretty darn good.  One last example: Hubby, baby and I took a walk tonight, as the sun was going down. The weather was perfect, and it was so enjoyable and relaxing.  Such simple things like that often give me the greatest joy.

 

A Year of Mommyhood

Hard to believe it's been a whole year since I became a mom.  I remember thinking during the first month or so after he was born "when will this get easier?" And then one day it just did, and each day it got a little more easy.  Don't get me wrong, it's not a walk in the park now; but it's a zillion times better than it was. I feel much more comfortable and am really enjoy spending time with him. As we all know, everything usually gets better with time.

We didn't have a huge shindig for his first birthday - just a few kiddos (and their parents) at a local playground. Although I know he won't remember a thing about it, it was still be a special day that I hope he enjoyed. You only turn one once, right?

He gets called "she" a lot - and not because I dress him in pink! It's because of his curls. Not that it would matter, anyways, as I know that not everyone pays attention; girls with bows and headbands get called "he" all the time.  Usually I don't correct the random people that say things to him, unless they ask a question or "her" name.  I don't mind it though, as long as they're being nice to him!  I'm amazed by how many strangers are so friendly to him. Mostly women and children - but sometimes men, too. Especially at the place where my husband works; the people there are so sweet to him.

He's definitely starting to show more personality and is loving the freedom of crawling.  We can tell when he doesn't like something or gets frustrated when he can't do what he wants to do.  I know it has to be maddening when he can't communicate effectively. We are trying to use some sign language and other hand gestures to help him, and he seems to be catching on a little.  Hopefully that will make it a little easier for him.  He knows his name, when we say "no" and knows how to give us "five."  I love watching him learn and discover things. It's great to be such an important part of his life. 

It's really amazing how having a child changes the whole focus of your life.  Not that I don't sometimes wish I had more time for myself for my hobbies and some good girl time, or that hubby and I could have a date night now and then.  But I know that time will fly by so fast, and that he'll be 18 before I know it - and I'll be missing these days. We just have to have a good balance of everyone's needs and make sure to enjoy the moment, no matter how small it is.

Getting back to"normal"

About a month after my Mom died, I was having frequent episodes of really bad pain. I felt it in my stomach and lower back area. At first, I thought I was eating too much dairy or something. Nothing really seemed to help except eating saltines, drinking club soda and resting - but that didn't always work, either. I went to both a regular doctor and my chiropractor, and they both believed that it was due to stress. I never knew how much stress could affect ones health. I never get sick, so it was really annoying for me; I guess I thought I was stronger or more resilient than most people. I suppose everything from the past 6 months had finally caught up with me. When I think about it all, it does make sense: I had a c-section, my hormones were all out of whack from giving birth, my thyroid was messed up, my parents situation was very stressful, and then their deaths, amongst other crazy things going on that I won't go into. There were a few days that I had to leave work and go and rest in my car, hoping that the pain would subside enough for me to go back to work. It was about a month or so before it completely subsided, and was that ever a relief.  

We went to visit my in-laws for Thanksgiving, and had a great time. It was nice to get away from home, too. It was a 9 hour drive to get there, so we decided to leave home at the baby's bedtime, as we weren't sure how he'd do in the car for such a long stretch. He did really well, slept almost the whole time - but hubby and I were completely exhausted. I had worked that day, and he hadn't gotten to nap with the baby at all, so that was pretty rough. But we made it in one piece - and even though we drove back home during the daytime, that went pretty well, too. 

Fortunately, my in-laws were able to drive down to see us for Christmas. I don't know how well I would've done without my parents being there if they hadn't come. I can remember well when I was much younger, a good portion of our extended family would all get together on Christmas Eve; we'd have a pot luck dinner and everyone would get one gift from someone else (we had drawn names in advance to see who we'd get.) It was so much fun - I really looked forward to it because it was usually the only time I ever got to see most of my extended family.  Even though those large family gatherings had stopped many years ago, I still enjoyed getting together with my immediate family.  A few times, I've been alone or it's just been hubby and me at Christmastime, and it's just not the same. I just really enjoy spending time with my family, so I try to go as many weddings and special occasions as I can.

Things are calming down now. FINALLY.  I still feel overwhelmed at times, but it's starting to feel somewhat "normal" again. I cry less often, and I feel more like myself again each day. I've come to the conclusion that I may never again have a completely clean house, and that trying to accomplish a lot of projects in one day is not going to happen any time soon. I am starting to get more comfortable with my new life. Some parts are wonderful, and some are a little harder to cope with. But the good news is that it's always changing, and mostly for the better.  And I'm very grateful to have two amazing boys to come home to every day!

Back to work...and then tragedy (Part 2)

After Dad died, Mom was doing pretty well - much better than I thought she would be. She and Dad had been married 42 years, and he had been taking care of her for a long time. She had some bad days, but overall she seemed to be ok. She did call me A LOT; every single day, usually two or three times per day. For the first few weeks, I tried to answer her calls every time, because I knew she was very lonely and missing Dad. But after a while, I just couldn't answer her calls every time. Sometimes she didn't make any sense, and would get so frustrated and just hang up. Mom has had a lot of strokes over the years, which I'm sure has affected her brain. She occasionally would call in the middle of the night, but I usually didn't hear my phone. I finally put my phone on "do not disturb" after 11pm - it was just too much, with me working and with the baby.

We went to see her every weekend, and she loved seeing us - especially the baby. I know that even though this nursing home was really nice, it's still a nursing home - and naturally, she didn't want to be there. But there were no other options, unfortunately. After a few weeks, they put her in a different room with a roommate.  Unfortunately, she and her roomie didn't get along too well; Mom can be very difficult at times, so I'm sure it was somewhat her own fault.  We think Mom had been having some mini-strokes for quite a while, so she would do and say some crazy things from time to time. She didn't walk very well, either, and would get up a lot on her own - without a walker, wheelchair or an aide - so she's fall, too. But other than some bruises and aches, she was ok.

In late September/early October, my aunt (Mom's sister) was down from MN - and we had a great time visiting with her. Mom had called me one day during that time my aunt was here and said something to the effect of "I have this terrible cough, I think I'm dying." I thought that was a bit extreme.  I told her that she probably had just caught a cold or something, as she said she felt perfectly fine. We took everything Mom said with a grain of salt. On Sunday, she must've called me at least 4 times, but I didn't hear my phone, as we were visiting with my aunt for the last time before she went back home. As we were heading home, I finally noticed the missed calls.  I called Mom back and told her that we were on our way to see her now.

The visit with Mom was short - hubby stayed with baby in the car, because we didn't want him catching Mom's cold or whatever she had. I explained this to her when I got there, and clearly she was disappointed. I promised her that he'd be there next weekend to see her, we just didn't want to risk him getting sick.

The following day, the nursing home called to let me know that Mom had fallen (again) but she was fine. If I remember correctly, Mom had tried calling me that day, but I had missed it. It was useless calling her back because she rarely answered. I knew she'd call me again. But she didn't. 

The next afternoon, I was returning from lunch with a friend when the nursing home called again. Not another fall, I thought. They were required to call me every time this happened. Nope. The nurse said that I should get there as soon as I could, that my mom was dying. Excuse me? Then she put the Hospice nurse on the line. I asked for an explanation, and she said that Mom seemed fine that morning, but then suddenly became unresponsive, but was still breathing. Her organs were shutting down, so they were giving her oxygen and Morphine to try to keep her comfortable and prevent any pain. I was in disbelief. What had happened?  I thought it was most likely another stroke.  I remembered what she had said to me about how she thought she was dying. Her older sister had said pretty much the same thing the night before she died, a few months earlier. Did they really know they were dying? 

I rushed upstairs and told my boss what was going on, and that I didn't know when I'd be back. I texted my hubby to let him know, and he called me immediately to see how I was, and if I wanted him to come up to the nursing home. I told him no, there was no sense in that. I tried calling my brother and sister, but neither one answered. I left them both messages to call me ASAP.

When I got to Mom's room, it looked like she was sleeping except that she appeared to be breathing really hard. The Hospice nurse showed up shortly after I got there and gave me a brochure that explained what typically happens to people when they are dying. I just sat next to her bed, held her cool

hand and talked to her. It's believed that your hearing is the last thing to stop working. I cried and told her that we'd be ok, that she could go and be with Daddy. I just kept rubbing her hand and crying, repeating how much I loved her and how I was so glad that she got to meet my baby. I was so scared that she'd have a seizure or something, but she didn't. 

After about two hours, Mom crinkled her face a little, and let out a long breath. Then there was no more breathing. It was surprisingly very peaceful. I ran to get the nurse, to have them check on her. She was really gone.  I am so grateful that I was there for her during those last few hours, so she wasn't alone. I know she was probably very scared.  At least now she wouldn't suffer any more. 

My mom may have been a pain in the neck sometimes, and definitely had her faults, but she was a wonderful mom to me. She did everything she could to make sure that I had whatever I needed, but she didn't spoil me, either. I have such great memories of growing up, and I owe a lot of them to her. I still can't believe my mom is gone! Forever. Who can I talk to about my baby? Who would I call to ask questions that only your mom can answer? There is no one. No one can replace your mom.  

I still cry on and off, even though it's been many months since I lost my parents. It's like it come and goes, without any warning. I know that's probably normal. Other than feeling sometimes like an emotional roller coaster, I feel pretty good. I know how lucky I am, but there are many times that I feel so sad. I'm sure that's part of the grieving process. I imagine that it will get a little easier as more time passes. What upsets me the most is that I thought I would "feel" something. I was very close to my parents, so the fact that I haven't had any "signs" from them unsettles me. Am I just not seeing them, or do they really just not happen? I don't believe 100% in psychics, but I sure would love to give one a try, just to see what they have to say. Now I know what it feels like to want that "closure" or whatever it is.

I'm about to hit a "milestone" in just a few weeks: not only is it a "big" number, but I'll be the same age as my mom was when she had me. I hope with all of the efforts I am making to keep myself healthy, that I won't have the same painful and unhappy last years like she did. Many people question why I do such  goofy things, like eat organic food and buy organic/chemical-free products - "they're SO expensive!" many say.  "We all have to die of something," is another common one. Well, I would personally rather spend my money on organics now than on drugs and chemo later.  It's worth sacrificing for now.  No, we can't prevent everything from happening, but I'm just trying to minimize my toxic exposure as much as possible.  Some of the things we are exposed to, we have zero or very little control of. And there may be only a little bit of this or that in everything, but when you add up all the toxins that we're exposed to on a daily basis - it's pretty significant. My parents were taking dozens of pills every day, and that is becoming the norm.  I do not want to be a part of that norm. 

Anyways...I could go on and on about that subject, but I'll save that for another time, as that's whole other story all by itself.  I will say to those of you out there who chose to read this, and who haven't yet lost a loved one: cherish your family and friends as much as you can, and try to spend as much time with them as you can. You can't get it back once they're gone, and that is a hard pill to swallow. I wanted one last talk, one last visit with them and the baby, etcetera.  Death is so final, it's scary.  Especially when I don't feel that connection that I thought I would feel.  However, I know that my parents knew that I loved them very much. There are so many things I wish I had done differently, but at least that much I know for sure. I can't imagine how much worse I'd feel if I didn't know that. 

Back to work...and then tragedy (Part 1)

For the first three months, I was on Maternity Leave, which is actually "legally" unpaid FMLA.  I don't think there are many places anymore that you can get ML, especially paid ML.  I've heard about how some European countries let mothers take 2 or more years off when they have a baby - and some, if not all, of that time is paid!  Sadly, that is unheard of in the US.  I was lucky to get 6 weeks short-term disability pay, which still was only 60% of my normal salary.  Had I not had a c-section, I would've only got 4 weeks.  Pretty pathetic.

When my 3rd month of FMLA time was coming to a close, I had mixed emotions.  It had been a hard few months, but I really didn't want to leave my baby, even though he'd be with his dad.  Ideally, we were hoping my hubby would be going back to work, so that I would stay home with the baby - but that just didn't pan out.  I was grateful we didn't have to do daycare, as we both really wanted to be the ones spending the bulk of the time with him.  I was still breastfeeding, and I knew that he had really bonded with me and looked to me for a lot of his comfort.  I worried that it would be traumatic for him to be away from me for so many hours at a time.  I don't live close enough to work to stop home at lunch or anything.  Plus, I felt like my instincts were better than my husband's.  So many worries.  But we didn't have any other options; we needed my stable income and benefits.  My hubby was doing well with trading stocks, but we couldn't rely on that alone.  Luckily, my boss was very generous and was letting me work a reduced schedule, with just enough hours to keep me eligible for benefits. It would probably be good for me to get out of the house a little more, too, as much as I hated to admit it.

I had been tired when I was at home for those three months, but it seemed to be fairly manageable.  Once I went back to work, it really hit me.  Baby was still waking briefly a few times per night, but once I nursed him, he usually went right back out. That had been the case since he was about 2 months old.  But for some reason, when I went back to work, I was so much more tired.  There were a few days that I probably shouldn't have driven to work, I was just so exhausted.  I didn't want to push my luck at work, since I was already allowed such a nice, reduced schedule.  And of course, I'm a "supermom" just like everyone else, I can handle it, right? After a few weeks, I adjusted and I started to feel a little better.  

In addition to all of this, I was working on getting my parents accepted into a nursing home. I was so excited when I had finally gotten approval to move my elderly parents into a wonderful place.  My dad had been resistant, but he had finally relented, knowing he could not care for my mom any longer on his own.  The Friday I took them to their new home is a day I'll never forget.  I had been reminding my dad that the day was coming, and that they needed to be ready to leave when I got to their place after work.  The nursing home was expecting them, and was holding a room for them.  If they didn't show up, they could lose it, and I had worked SO hard to get it for them.  These opportunities are pretty rare, especially with Medicaid coverage, and they NEEDED the 24 hour care desperately. Plus, this place was so much nicer than anywhere else I'd ever seen.  When I got to their place to pick them up, they didn't have a single thing packed.  Dad was sitting in his wheelchair and said "why don't you just take Mom for now, and I'll go there another day."  I got mad and said "No, Dad, you both need to go now.  They are holding this room for you, and if you don't show up today, you could lose your spot."  I starting throwing stuff into garbage bags - clean and dirty clothes, toiletries, and whatever other items they wanted.  I was furious, as I had been at work all day, and didn't want to spend all evening packing and moving them in.  I was exhausted and just wanted to get home to my family and spend a little time with them before bedtime.

A little background on my parents: over the last 5 years, my parents had changed so much. Their health had always been deteriorating, pretty much since I was a teenager, but lately it had gotten significantly worse. And they didn't seem to really care about anyone else anymore.  My dad had always said he didn't want to be a burden for his kids, but he was making our lives very difficult. Especially now that we had a baby to care for.  I think that his pain was so awful that it made him just not care anymore. I felt really bad for him, but at the same time, it was affecting my own family, and not in a good way.  

So, once we were finally on the road to the nursing home (about an hour or so later), it seemed as though we would make it up there at a reasonable time. Even though we had to make a few stops along the way, it wasn't too bad. Then my husband called me and all he said was "he fell off the bed, get home now!" and hung up. I freaked out, and flew home, with my parents still in the car. I was never so scared in my whole life. Baby was ok - his Dr said that as long as he didn't have a goose egg on his head, was throwing up, or just not acting like himself, he was probably fine; but my husband was completely stressed out. All I wanted to do was be home and make sure my baby was ok - but I still had to take my parents to the nursing home, which was about 30 minutes away. It felt like hours. It was pure agony.  I had wanted to help get Mom and Dad settled in a little bit, but I just had to get home.  I apologized to them as I left.  I'll never forget the look on my dad's face. Sadness and disappointment.

Whether it was because of our ordeal on Friday or something else, I didn't make it back up to see them on the weekend. I promised that by the next weekend, we'd all come up and we'd go out for brunch. Dad had said that he thought that was a great idea, and was looking forward to it.

Early the next Saturday morning, I kept hearing my phone vibrating as it was charging in the next room. I finally got up to see who it was: the nursing home and then the Hospice nurse. That wasn't good.  I called the nursing home and the Hospice nurse came on the line moments later. She said the words no one wants to ever hear: "I'm sorry, your father's passed."  I knew it was coming, had been coming for years, but it still was a shock. The first thing I thought of was that we were supposed to go to brunch today. And then how sad he looked when I had seen him last. The nurse asked if I wanted them to tell my mom; she was still sleeping.  I told her yes, but only if she wakes up.  Hopefully we'd get there before she did. 

We got there a few minutes after they had told Mom - and naturally, she was sobbing.  Dad was still there in his bed, like he was sleeping. It was so surreal. I knew it was true, but it just didn't seem possible.  This was my Dad, he can't be gone. Even as I spent the next few days making all the arrangements, canceling things, calling people, etc. it still didn't feel real.  I think you can only understand what it feels like if you've lost someone close to you.  I was also relieved, but really only for my Dad's sake, as I knew he had been suffering a long time, and he just wasn't happy anymore. I don't think he'd given up yet, but I think subconsciously he felt better leaving now, knowing that Mom was in a safe place, with plenty of care.  To this day, it still doesn't feel totally real. I wonder if it ever will.