Mother’s Day just passed which also means the anniversary of my son’s death. Time does not heal the pain of grief. I know I have said that over and over. I am proof. It still hurts like crazy and he has been gone for 39 years. It feels like moments ago while at other times it feels like a lifetime ago. People who have been fortunate enough not have had a child die won’t understand that statement. Now, it has been a few weeks since and I am still having bouts of sadness. Not every day and not all day long, but out of the blue it hits me in the face and heart—again.
My daughter’s health issues that I wrote about in my last post have not abated. She did find out that the AVN is in both hips. She will see a new hip surgeon in two days. She is still looking for a new shoulder guy. Long story. It’s been a ridiculously long and pain filled search for the right doctors. Seeing her in pain unable to walk half the time has made my emotions raw so that is probably why Cory has been on my mind lately.
Good news! My daughter Brie, is doing better with her PTSD caused by the Lahaina Town fire. Rejoice!
My sweet mother-in-law fell and broke both sides of her pelvis and banged her head resulting in a mild brain bleed. She spent the first week in the hospital and had a wonderful care team and great all-around experience. Then, they sent her to a rehab facility. OMG. What a nightmare. After a week we busted her out of there. We were able to give her much better care at home. It wasn’t easy. It was totally worth it not to have the stress of knowing she was not getting her needs met. The place had beautiful grounds and sparkling clean hallways but no one ever came when she pushed the call button. She was constantly in pain or panicking. My husband had to jump in the car and drive over there to take her to the bathroom. More than once too. Unacceptable. This place is highly rated. Not sure how or why.
Do I sound as if I need a vacation? I just had one. Five minutes after we walked in the door, my mother-in-law tripped and fell. Wiped out my ten days of relaxation in Cabo. Poor Steve only had six days. (Photo is view from our balcony.)
I will stop whining now. Count your blessings. Tell your loved ones how much you care for them. Never take anyone for granted. Your life can change in a heartbeat.
Be well,
Shirley
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