Friday, March 11, 2011
Stop the ride, I want to get off! We hear people say that alot, and they're never talking about an actual amusement park ride. I, for one, am strapped into a ride that's bumpied than I'd like right now. I would probably never have picked this ride myself. Constant bumps, like a husband who has been traveling about 3/4 of the time since the beginning of the year, an uncle in ICU and about to die, being overwhelmed with volunteer duties, a nasty little case of Carpal Tunnel....these are the huge 'scream because you think you're going to die' moments.
But thank Goodness, like any well designed ride, there are ups. The sister tending to the sick uncle's family (whom I cannot get to because they live 6 states away and I currently have no husband to leave the kids with) is going to grace me with my first 'child that isn't my own' in 2 months. My children are awesome - very nice kids, both of whom just wrote the school essay (Who is your hero) about me! I live in a terrific neighborhood with lots of wonderful people who have been slowly emerging from their winter dens for evening chats about the kids or whats coming up in the garden. I have a wonderful group of friends whom I usually see weekly - not, since my husband has been gone, but they are still there waiting for me whenever he's available.
And in some ways, I know that my uncle dying, as awful as it is for my young aunt and 16 year old cousin and 10 year old Autistic cousin, is going to end alot of pain. He's been in pain for a good year now (suffering from cancer for about 5) and he hasn;t been himself since. So during these days they have with him, they have to say goodbye to the man they remember , the one who didn;t yell about everything, the one who didn't break bones when he coughed.
So I guess there's a slver lining to everything.