Ignore Me Like You Mean It

Mom left this earth on February 12, 2025. I woke up that morning to get Myles ready for school and Mom was cold. She went to meet God sometime between 2:30 am and 6:30 am. I called The Boy’s dad to come get him and take him to school as we had agreed on prior to that. I shut her bedroom doors and got him together and out the door and then I called hospice.  It was such a RELIEF knowing that she was finally gone to God. In her final days awake, my Mom begged me to kill her. She begged me to let her die. She was crying in pain even through the pain medication. Thankfully, when we got close, I was able to tell her how much I loved her and administer morphine. That kept her out of pain, asleep, and floating in her own world.  When she lost consciousness it was about 4-5 days after that when she went to meet God. One of the surreal things was that although she was unconscious, her eyes were open. Hospice assured me that was common. But it broke my heart to see her normally bright b...

Well, my dear sister is getting married this weekend to a wonderful man (I’m watching you!) and our plane leaves this afternoon at 4 pm. We will not be on it. My poor husband is being held hostage at the hospital thanks to that tyrant, diverticulitis. He’s been there 5 days. We have no solution yet. I’ve been carting The Boy back and forth to his sitters so I can divide my time between my sweetheart and my son. My son is NOT happy. My husband is still in pain and y’all, I am weary. The good news is, I’m learning that to take care of them I have to take care of me. So this morning I’m at home getting ready to go back to bed for a nap. It probably won’t happen but at least I can lay down and rest. Except that probably won’t happen either because I’m going to see something that needs to be done. Ah well. I guess I’d better get on with that nap.