A good family friend called me this morning to tell us her husband had a severe stroke yesterday. My heart just broke. Bud and Lucy are Mechanic Man's parents' best friends. They became our surrogate parents when his mother had a very similar stroke. My first thought when Lucy called was suddenly filled with images of nurses, doctors, hospitals, nursing homes, pneumonia every other day, lost weight, lost spirit, the total devastation and sorrow and tragedy. It was overwhelming.
I hate to think of Bud being incapacitated. He's such a goofy, free-spirited guy. They have been selling antiques at swap meets and antique shows for years. He's been famous for setting up their table and then wandering around the other vendors and coming back with four or five items to re-sell. Half the time, they would load up more than they brought with them.
At the same time, I am gearing up to welcome my first grandchildren into the world. Life. It's a ride. You go up and down - but you go!
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Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
8.26.2009
Tea and Sympathy
I’ve had two occasions this week to partake in “high tea” at the same place. One was sweet and the other will be bittersweet.
I’m struggling here. I have had several ups and downs this week, more downs than ups.
I met with my Red Hat sisters at a high tea in Spokane at the “Taste and See Tea Room.” (See their website.)
(Cindy Hval writes about it here.)
Tonight, there will be 25 women, all co-workers, attending high tea to celebrate one of our own – who is losing her fight with colon cancer. She has been part of this place, a family away from home, for almost 29 years, starting when she was 29 years old. Half her life.
In the middle of all of this, I am facing more tests for a transplant and the likelihood that I will NOT be a candidate. What I am feeling and dealing with is so short of what my co-worker is going through, not even comparable. But I’m still feeling it.
I am experiencing an overwhelming sadness – for things lost, friends slipping away, time moving on and not, damn it, standing still.
Tonight we are gathering in all our finery, hats, jewels, gloves to honor and celebrate the life of our friend. We are helpless in what to say and can only say – we love you. I love you.
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I’m struggling here. I have had several ups and downs this week, more downs than ups.
I met with my Red Hat sisters at a high tea in Spokane at the “Taste and See Tea Room.” (See their website.)
(Cindy Hval writes about it here.)
Tonight, there will be 25 women, all co-workers, attending high tea to celebrate one of our own – who is losing her fight with colon cancer. She has been part of this place, a family away from home, for almost 29 years, starting when she was 29 years old. Half her life.
In the middle of all of this, I am facing more tests for a transplant and the likelihood that I will NOT be a candidate. What I am feeling and dealing with is so short of what my co-worker is going through, not even comparable. But I’m still feeling it.
I am experiencing an overwhelming sadness – for things lost, friends slipping away, time moving on and not, damn it, standing still.
Tonight we are gathering in all our finery, hats, jewels, gloves to honor and celebrate the life of our friend. We are helpless in what to say and can only say – we love you. I love you.
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