Detroit was...
enlightening, scary, informative, including, sad, interesting, enjoyable, cute, emotional, exhausting, cold, but overall very good.
Between Friday at 6am when I woke up and Saturday at midnight when I went to sleep I slept about 2 hours on the plane and an hour nap in the hotel. 3 out of 42. I mean really, we were only in Detroit for a day and a half. We had to make the most of it.
K is very cute and strong (not flimsy and floppy like most babies). She didn't know my 'smell' and so cried every time I held her. bummer. oh well. She's a really good baby!!
E was good, although she ended up getting the flu... too bad cause we couldn't see her today (her birthday's tomorrow so I'm hoping she got well enough for her birthday dinner tonight and her day tomorrow). J got gout so he has to learn to live within moderation. That's a good thing. B's doing well and it was really good to see him.
*The* conversation was enlightening and went quite well. A lot to process. They were very cool about it though and answered questions and repeated things as necessary and allowed me my feelings and so on and so forth.
The scary part of Detroit was we, Dad, J and I, went out for a snack and on our way home almost got into a head-on collision with a big flatbed truck. It was really really scary. The truck swerved to the other side of the road to avoid missing us. Luckily there was no other traffic so everyone escaped unharmed. But the vision of it was beyond scary. It made me think about how we really have no control, life is so fragile and fleeting. When talking to someone about it they said it was like an existential crisis. It really shook me up. I have not come to terms with the fact that everyone will eventually die. I am so not ok with that. But looking my dad's death in the eye (and my cousin too)... watching it happen from the back seat. yeah. existential crisis.
In closing, there were snow flurries the entire time we were there. Not much sticking (cold enough, but not enough snow coming down), but beautiful and special none-the-less.
In the parking shuttle from the airport a woman had a badge that said 3-day walk. She had done it and I told her about Babs. She said I needed to watch out (breast cancer has a genetic component, although I've heard less from an aunt than a sister or mother) It was kind of a fitting end to the trip. My thoughts and prayers go out to her friend who are in the final stages of life.
Life is challenging, but I sure am glad that those I love and care about, as well as myself, are alive and well to experience it. And to those that aren't alive, or well enough to experience it... my love, thoughts, prayers, hopes, and dreams.
Good night.
Between Friday at 6am when I woke up and Saturday at midnight when I went to sleep I slept about 2 hours on the plane and an hour nap in the hotel. 3 out of 42. I mean really, we were only in Detroit for a day and a half. We had to make the most of it.
K is very cute and strong (not flimsy and floppy like most babies). She didn't know my 'smell' and so cried every time I held her. bummer. oh well. She's a really good baby!!
E was good, although she ended up getting the flu... too bad cause we couldn't see her today (her birthday's tomorrow so I'm hoping she got well enough for her birthday dinner tonight and her day tomorrow). J got gout so he has to learn to live within moderation. That's a good thing. B's doing well and it was really good to see him.
*The* conversation was enlightening and went quite well. A lot to process. They were very cool about it though and answered questions and repeated things as necessary and allowed me my feelings and so on and so forth.
The scary part of Detroit was we, Dad, J and I, went out for a snack and on our way home almost got into a head-on collision with a big flatbed truck. It was really really scary. The truck swerved to the other side of the road to avoid missing us. Luckily there was no other traffic so everyone escaped unharmed. But the vision of it was beyond scary. It made me think about how we really have no control, life is so fragile and fleeting. When talking to someone about it they said it was like an existential crisis. It really shook me up. I have not come to terms with the fact that everyone will eventually die. I am so not ok with that. But looking my dad's death in the eye (and my cousin too)... watching it happen from the back seat. yeah. existential crisis.
In closing, there were snow flurries the entire time we were there. Not much sticking (cold enough, but not enough snow coming down), but beautiful and special none-the-less.
In the parking shuttle from the airport a woman had a badge that said 3-day walk. She had done it and I told her about Babs. She said I needed to watch out (breast cancer has a genetic component, although I've heard less from an aunt than a sister or mother) It was kind of a fitting end to the trip. My thoughts and prayers go out to her friend who are in the final stages of life.
Life is challenging, but I sure am glad that those I love and care about, as well as myself, are alive and well to experience it. And to those that aren't alive, or well enough to experience it... my love, thoughts, prayers, hopes, and dreams.
Good night.