March 26th, 2003

Wings

Thanks.

Thanks to all of you who've been so wonderful and caring during this hard time. If it wasn't for my wonderful friends, losing my mother would be even harder.

The funeral was yesterday, unarguably the longest 25 minutes of my life. But afterwards, it was as close to a proper Irish wake as you can have in a community center without alcohol. We had family, friends, laughter, tears, kids playing and just a little bit of contraband merlot.

My Dad's coping pretty well. He brought me to tears when we were talking with the minister, who asked him "What will you especially miss about your wife". He answered "How can I answer that? It's like missing a part of myself?".

He's decided that he wants to move over to the coast to be closer to us kids. He knows that he really can't live by himself, with his poor vision he'd be unable to get through some of the daily tasks you need to do (like cooking, and some housekeeping, etc) and that their home is too big for him to rattle around in. We're looking for a good assisted living facility, where he'll have some independence, but also have other people to interact with on a daily basis. In some ways, it's almost like Mom's passing flipped a little switch in his brain that says "I have to pay more attention, I have to deal with this now, I don't have Jeanne to take care of me". He's been incredibly lucid all week, which frankly, has been a great relief.

We'll be heading home tomorrow, back to work on Friday. We'll need to come back over next weekend (with lots of other family members) to pack and move him.

Anyway, it'll be kind of nice to get back to some semblence of normal.

But thanks again, without you folks, it would have been much, much harder.

*hugs*