After a lovely weekend at the beach -- delicious meals, long walks along the shore, some much-needed down time -- we returned home yesterday to the news that an old family friend had died. She was 90, and it was her time. But it will be difficult for her family, who have relied on her for many, many years. At the funeral today, I learned that another friend had died last week -- a gentle, sweet man with whom I used to carpool to choir while I was in high school. Rest in peace, Francis and Rod. I am in the stage of life where I attend more funerals than weddings. . .
This morning I took A to the Metro, the first stage on his trip to Florida to visit his mother and ailing step-father. Tragically, the Navy Yard shootings happened, and unfortunately, all flights from National Airport were suspended for a time (I guess because of the helicopter searches so close by), so the poor thing was delayed for hours. He finally arrived safely and will, I hope, be able to help his mom decide what needs to be done; whether his step-father needs to go into a nursing home, or whether home health aides will be sufficient. Not an easy decision at any time.
My aunts are both failing, albeit slowly. That's hard to watch, but I'm grateful for as much time as we have.
A lot of loss, lately. That seems to be my life in a nutshell.
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