January 22, 2014
This morning my mom passed away. Yesterday I thought she was dying but she was still breathing through the night. When I checked on her at 3:30 a.m. (I had an intuition that something had happened) she was taking quick shallow breaths. When her health aide arrived at their regular 7:00 a.m. time she was gone. She looked very peaceful and I think she must have passed easily. This afternoon I went to see my dad in the hospital (he's got pneumonia) and he's taken this development well. Tomorrow I'll go to the funeral home to make arrangements for her remains. Then, in a couple months, I'll organize a memorial service. (Since her friends are all fairly elderly it wouldn't do for them to come to a service during a cold winter day and themselves fall ill!) It's the end of an era. At the moment I'm not sure what else I can say. I hope her being — wherever it is and whatever it is — is happy.
January 19, 2014
Sorry to disappoint by not putting enough time into EP. It's been difficult, recently, and having a respiratory illness has just about been catastrophic.
So some weeks ago I got sick. I wasn't taking enough time for myself — more below — and when I got sick I didn't slow down. Eventually, the week before last, Sharon took three days off work to help with shopping, errands, cooking, etc., etc. That was a huge help, but then she got sick with the same thing. And I haven't been able to take care of her.
Meanwhile, my dad, 90, for whom I run a lot of errands, also got sick. Two Saturdays ago I wanted him to go to the hospital but, no, he wanted his doctor to decide what to do. Last Monday he got a prescription for antibiotics from his doctor's office, by phone, but without talking directly to the doctor. My dad's lungs were wheezing away and he sounded really bad but still he didn't want to go to the hospital. By Wednesday morning he'd changed his mind, on account of not being able to breath. Once at the hospital they diagnosed him with an especially savage case of pneumonia, life-threatening. I think at this point he's probably out of the woods but I kick myself for not insisting he go to the hospital when I first thought he should. My excuse is I was sick and not thinking clearly.