Putting random thoughts to keyboard
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
To begin, here's the note I shared on FB since I didn't have access to SparkPeople during my vacation -
Some of the story of our week...
July 10, 2013 at 10:05pm
This week, we arrived in Colorado for a visit with my mom and dad. My dad has been placed in hospice care, with the cancer still progressing, but we haven't known if he would be with us a long time or a short time. Even Hospice workers never know.
We arrived in Denver Sunday morning, took time to go to a church in Denver and hugged two of Dad's friends there. We arrived in Colorado Springs mid-afternoon and headed to the assisted living center. We were told that dad had been throwing up earlier in the day, that he had not been feeling well, and could tell by how he was breathing that he wasn't really comfortable. H hugged him, shared a picture she had brought for him, and T cautiously hugged him also. I took time to talk to him for a few minutes, but we really didn't stay long. He needed to rest. The hospice nurse was called and came to check on him, and her assessment was that he was tired and would feel better Monday morning. We were encouraged to come back Monday afternoon.
We took mom out to supper. We had good conversation, but my headache got intense! We went back to the place we were staying, I went to sleep pretty quickly, but then we were awakened by a verbal fight between a mom and dad on the balcony. It wasn't pleasant. As their fight ended (he left the area), the phone rang. My mom had been called by the care facility that my dad had passed away. They had checked on him several times since we had left, but the last time, there were no vital signs. We headed back over there, mostly as support to mom.
When we got back to the motel again, security was sitting in the parking lot, the person from the room next door was still sitting outside, and, thankfully for them, my kiddos and hubby were able to sleep.
A nice thing about Alaska - it's 2 hours behind Colorado. I was able to touch base with a friend and talk for a few moments. As I was done with her phone call and got in the elevator, a kind man said "You don't sound like you're breathing right. Are you okay?" I told him my dad had just died. He told me his mom had died about a month ago. He also told me he had been on the road so he hadn't been able to get back as quickly as he wanted to. Then he added, "Oh, I'm Reba McEntire's drummer." He wished me well then, prayed with me the next morning, told us (my family too!) that he was praying for us one other time, and another person he introduced me to (though I never learned their names!) also said hello two more times. It was the best part of the first space we stayed!
The people above us were elephants from 1am to 4am one morning. It was the final straw in an already stressed group of sticks! We shifted to the Comfort Inn where my aunt and uncle had been staying. Continental Breakfast, pool, noise from the floor above but not NEARLY as much, computer that connects to Facebook...
The only reason I miss the other space is the gentleman I met. What a gift that was!
There have been other gifts in the last few days, but this one sticks in my mind! I told my sister I'd write it down so she could share it too. It's a pretty cool story. The fact that she has a Reba suitcase makes it a touch cooler, personally!
Thanks for reading, and for encouraging us through words and prayers. We really do appreciate it.
There have been quite a few positives in this past 10 days. There have been annoying moments. There have been numerous stressors.
We're home as of this morning. Swim lessons are in an hour for my son. My daughter has two appointments today. I just want to sit awhile. There is no more vacation...but tomorrow is a quieter day. Today, we run, tomorrow, we rest again...oh...wait...swimming is tomorrow too.
Last night, I left my husband's phone plugged in to the wall in the terminal as we got on the plane, found the keys to the rental car in my bag *while* sitting on the plane, and my daughter's luggage wasn't at the arrival point, though all other 7 bags were. Annoyances. Inability to hug several dear friends, annoyances. Lunches, suppers and stolen moments with folks, blessings. It's all in the perspective. I'm trying to laugh the annoyances off. That will be easier later. I really wanted to connect with some other folks, and sometimes, we have to say "Wow! Look what *did* happen. That's what I'll try to keep doing today.