Update
So, OY, is this ever a long week.
3 people dropped dead this weekend as Granny got better: my mom's uncle Burton, my mom's friend's mother, and one of Granny's oldest and dearest friends from Israel. Of them I care slightly for Burton and Shosh (from Israel), if only because they were very important to my mom and Granny. We're holding off on telling Granny, needless to say.
Orin arrived from Germany last night and decided not to see Granny until this morning; Gail got him there sometime around 11:30 when Mom, Micah and I were headed out for Burton's funeral in Salisbury, reception thereafter in Newburyport. Granny, meantime, got extubated and, much to Dad/Gail/Orin's glee, was cracking jokes and complaining about being cooped up in a hospital bed, even with the tiny voice that comes after 4 days on a ventillator.
The funeral was nice, if that fits anything about this week. I think by today I'd been so stressed about Granny that death (including the rapid-fire news about the other freak-coincidental deaths around us, Burton's included) was just not really the focus of my mind. Despite the coffin in the front of the room and the general tears that accompany funerals, no one seemed really very distraught. Burton, though, had been sick for long as all hell, which made it all easier, I guess. I've never met most of these cousins, despite being pretty closely related. I'd certainly never met Burton, though Micah was at Amy's wedding sometime this past Fall and may have met him; weird: Micah was exposed to a part of the family that I wasn't. Guess that must be like him not coming to those family things Dad and I went to back in the Spring, when he was still in school. My cousins on that side are nice: 4 girls in their mid-late 20s, with pretty different lifestyles. The day, including teh service in a small "American Gothic" esque cemetary, was just overall pleasant. And seeing Granny talk (talk? croak? faintly voice?) tonight was fantastic.
Tired like all hell.
3 people dropped dead this weekend as Granny got better: my mom's uncle Burton, my mom's friend's mother, and one of Granny's oldest and dearest friends from Israel. Of them I care slightly for Burton and Shosh (from Israel), if only because they were very important to my mom and Granny. We're holding off on telling Granny, needless to say.
Orin arrived from Germany last night and decided not to see Granny until this morning; Gail got him there sometime around 11:30 when Mom, Micah and I were headed out for Burton's funeral in Salisbury, reception thereafter in Newburyport. Granny, meantime, got extubated and, much to Dad/Gail/Orin's glee, was cracking jokes and complaining about being cooped up in a hospital bed, even with the tiny voice that comes after 4 days on a ventillator.
The funeral was nice, if that fits anything about this week. I think by today I'd been so stressed about Granny that death (including the rapid-fire news about the other freak-coincidental deaths around us, Burton's included) was just not really the focus of my mind. Despite the coffin in the front of the room and the general tears that accompany funerals, no one seemed really very distraught. Burton, though, had been sick for long as all hell, which made it all easier, I guess. I've never met most of these cousins, despite being pretty closely related. I'd certainly never met Burton, though Micah was at Amy's wedding sometime this past Fall and may have met him; weird: Micah was exposed to a part of the family that I wasn't. Guess that must be like him not coming to those family things Dad and I went to back in the Spring, when he was still in school. My cousins on that side are nice: 4 girls in their mid-late 20s, with pretty different lifestyles. The day, including teh service in a small "American Gothic" esque cemetary, was just overall pleasant. And seeing Granny talk (talk? croak? faintly voice?) tonight was fantastic.
Tired like all hell.