Waiting for Mother
I am the poor, poor man's version of my mother. Rather like comparing a high school production of Hamlet to the Royal Shakespeare Company's production. Mom's been out of town since last Monday, and I've been trying to fill in with mixed results. Nana (Mom's mom's mom: my great-grandmother) had been getting progressively more ill since I last wrote and after intestinal surgery, she wasn't really waking up. Then, last Monday (the day we were supposed to be celebrating Dad and Jefe's birthday), we got a phone call saying that Nana was going downhill fast and her children had signed a DNR order, so we rushed Mom onto a plane that afternoon. She arrived that evening and was able to spend some time with Nana in the ICU of the hospital, but then, early the next morning, Nana died. It's sad, but in many ways, she was ready to go. She had a full 96+ years, and her body finally just gave out.
So, for this past week, Mom's been out in California helping Grammy, and Dad and I have been going not-so-slowly insane. Dad and I have been trying to be co-substitutes, and we still can't fill her shoes. She's incredible. I always knew that, but now words fail me in trying to describe her complete uber-superwoman-ness. I think I might have to collapse as soon as she gets back.
Other than running the household, I've done a lot of stuff for the musical (I don't think I could ever live in New York because I would go into outrageous amounts of debt going to see all these shows!), and I've been asked to teach some of the 11- and 12-year-olds in my ward. I was really excited, and then I sat in on class this past Sunday; I must admit, the enthusiasm has waned a bit. This is going to be...interesting. o.O!
I'll try to write more soon, but I love you all, and I have been reading, just not commenting...clearly. Ja ne!
So, for this past week, Mom's been out in California helping Grammy, and Dad and I have been going not-so-slowly insane. Dad and I have been trying to be co-substitutes, and we still can't fill her shoes. She's incredible. I always knew that, but now words fail me in trying to describe her complete uber-superwoman-ness. I think I might have to collapse as soon as she gets back.
Other than running the household, I've done a lot of stuff for the musical (I don't think I could ever live in New York because I would go into outrageous amounts of debt going to see all these shows!), and I've been asked to teach some of the 11- and 12-year-olds in my ward. I was really excited, and then I sat in on class this past Sunday; I must admit, the enthusiasm has waned a bit. This is going to be...interesting. o.O!
I'll try to write more soon, but I love you all, and I have been reading, just not commenting...clearly. Ja ne!