It's been unusually hot here for months in case you haven't heard. Like the weather gods have finally complied and made it possible for my mother to remove her long underwear and enjoy the patio. She has a suntan--which might be a feat that only a few hospice patients manage. We aim to please here in Pillville.
The wind kicked up this afternoon. It's blowing off the ocean and it's blowing harder than it has in months. There's an eerie pinkish yellow gray light out there as dusk settles in. Now the weather gods are saying go. Get out of town while the getting's good.
I wouldn't say the getting is good, exactly. I think the getting is iffy. "I think she'll make the trip," the hospice nurse said. This is what the nurse has been saying for weeks--without the emphasis on the word think. I'm not going to weigh in with what I think. What I think doesn't matter. I'm going to put one foot in front of the other. I'm going to put my lips together and blow.
13 comments:
May all be well.
Godspeed.
Your caring and bravery are a constant inspiration to me. And your honesty touches my heart. Travel well.
Your caring and bravery are a constant inspiration to me. And your honesty touches my heart. Travel well.
Your caring and bravery are a constant inspiration to me. And your honesty touches my heart. Travel well.
All good thoughts for your travels, and arrivals, to the next chapters for you both.
Safe journey.
Good luck and bless you both.
I wish you all the best.
Safe trip
safe journey and settling in for you and your mother.. its all going to be ok, just believe and it will be...J
Vaya con dios. We are thinking of you both. Wishing your mom a soft landing and you all the best as you move toward your next chapter. You have been such a loving daughter to your mother. x0 N2
She's a tough one, she'll make it. You take care.
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