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I've been pretty sick all week. Dr. Facebook says it's the flu, but I haven't had any of the stomach issues that are a classic sign of the flu, so I don't know if that's true or not. In any case, I'm finally getting a little better now. Sleeping basically this entire weekend has been pretty great. I was really stressed out that being sick would get in the way of my training for the half marathon, so even though I still feel like turds, I went on my scheduled 5-mile run today after not training any since my long run last Sunday. It went just fine. I felt okay while running and explored some new parts of my neighborhood that turned out to be quite lovely. Someone down the street from me has a huge stained glass window of Mt. Hood. I'm a little jealous.
My mom has been keeping me updated on Virginia Page. VP has decided she's not going to fight whatever it is that's trying to take her, but she wasn't dying fast enough for her liking at the hospital, so she's at home, and she's pleased to be there. Mom visited yesterday and arrived while VP and her pastor were playing cribbage and planning her funeral services. This is a woman who has her shit together and is completely at peace with everything. It's reassuring to know just how ready she is. Kind of makes it moot for the rest of us to worry about it. Mom and VP talked lots about family, and how we've always been each other's family, even though there are no blood relations. (VP lives near Massies Mill, so she's surrounded by Massies, and she and my grandmother taught school together and were best friends. Bess's middle name is Virginia, after VP.) VP often points out how much I remind her of Marma, and every time she does it fills me with pride and sappy emotion. When Mom left, she promised to come for another visit on Tuesday, and VP said "I hope you won't see me!" She's not miserable about living at all, she's just ready to go and wants to get on with it. It really is a blessing as a survivor to know that those leaving you behind are at peace.
It's hard not to cry about it, even so. I really love her, and I'm going to miss her.
My mom has been keeping me updated on Virginia Page. VP has decided she's not going to fight whatever it is that's trying to take her, but she wasn't dying fast enough for her liking at the hospital, so she's at home, and she's pleased to be there. Mom visited yesterday and arrived while VP and her pastor were playing cribbage and planning her funeral services. This is a woman who has her shit together and is completely at peace with everything. It's reassuring to know just how ready she is. Kind of makes it moot for the rest of us to worry about it. Mom and VP talked lots about family, and how we've always been each other's family, even though there are no blood relations. (VP lives near Massies Mill, so she's surrounded by Massies, and she and my grandmother taught school together and were best friends. Bess's middle name is Virginia, after VP.) VP often points out how much I remind her of Marma, and every time she does it fills me with pride and sappy emotion. When Mom left, she promised to come for another visit on Tuesday, and VP said "I hope you won't see me!" She's not miserable about living at all, she's just ready to go and wants to get on with it. It really is a blessing as a survivor to know that those leaving you behind are at peace.
It's hard not to cry about it, even so. I really love her, and I'm going to miss her.