Sunday, May 12, 2013
Today was of course Mother's Day, and I was looking forward to having brunch with my children and their spouses and my grandson. The brunch was going to be here, so I got up early to get the table ready. That was to be my main part, as the rest of the family had all assigned themselves parts of the meal and cleanup.
My son came first to tell us sad news. He and his wife went as planned last night to the restaurant where they were going to celebrate Mother's Day with his wife's mother and sisters. They got a call from the sister who had stopped to pick up her mom. Her mother did not answer the knock at her door. Everybody then met over at the senior apartments, and in the meantime the sister who was already there tried to find someone with a pass key.
The police also came, and then finally the door could be opened. They were asked to wait in a meeting room, and finally received the news that their mother was dead.
We had brunch, my daughter-in-law included. We had a lovely meal, and I did manage to pay attention to what I was eating. One thought in the back of my mind was my son's earlier remark that he hoped that we (my husband and I) would take good care of ourselves, that they don't want to go through this again any time soon. My daughter-in-law has lost both her parents in 8 years, and her sister not only lost her parents, but lost her husband 7 years ago.
My husband and I talked about that while we spent some time in the afternoon working in our orchard. We did some tree trimming and removed blackberries around some of the new trees. One tiny tree had a serious bug infestation, so I mixed up some insecticidal soap and covered the infested areas, to be repeated as needed. It needs good health too.
I think I have always realized that my good health means a lot to others besides myself; but an event like this really hits the message home. I thought about that as I got in some cardio and strength training. It feels good to be alive, and to be able to work on making good, healthy decisions.