a crazy weekend in the life of the evensons
so josh has been on spring break from school this whole last week. it's been great having him home in the mornings and just being able to chill out with him.
on wednesday night, we left nona with his parents and went on a date night. we went out to eat and then went to the drive-in movie theater about thirty minutes away. we saw 10,000 bc and jumper. ugh. both movies were pretty lame, but at least we got some nice quality time with each other.
by the time we got home, we had to get up early (and by early i mean ten am) to go with his parents to look at a house they were thinking about buying. it was a crazy house and i didn't like it, and i don't think anybody else liked it except for debi. so then debi pouted about it and got all defensive like a petulant little child, so we had to spend another half an hour or more standing around trying to come up with good things about the house in an effort to convince her that she doesn't have hideous taste.
then the rest of the day, i started working on a painting of nona to give debi for her birthday (which is tomorrow). i got a call from my mom saying that my aunt terry's condition (cancer) had taken a turn for the worst and she was highly sedated because she was at the point she couldn't be awake and not in pain anymore. so luckily with josh being off from school, we were able to hop in the car and drive up to albany, oregon to see her. we left that morning at 1 am to get there by 1 pm. yeah, twelve hours in the car with no sleep was a horrible idea but at least nona slept for the vast majority of it. we finally got there and we sat with my family for the rest of the day. josh took care of nona because i hadn't seen my mom in over three months and i was dying to talk to her.
aunt terry was on hospice care, so she had a hospital bed in the living room of her house and we all just sat around watching her breathe. by around 8 pm, she had the "death rattle" and her daughter (who is a couple years younger than i am) was sitting on the couch with my mom and myself trying to convince terry to let go and go to heaven.
finally, around 9 pm terry took her last breath. meredith curled up in my lap like a little child and sobbed. she held on to me and yelled for her mom and it was really incredibly hard. i knew what to expect with death because of jonah, and i feel i was able to be a comforting presence for meredith during the whole experience. afterward, everyone's spirits had lifted because terry wasn't in pain anymore. people were rejoicing at the idea of terry in heaven, free from pain.
terry's son just turned 21 less than a week ago, and it was incredibly hard on him. he was definitely not ready to lose his mother (which, who ever is??). but he took it really really hard.
finally, today we got up and made the drive home. twelve hours. ugh. but nona only fussed a couple times, so it was a really easy trip as far as that went. when we moved from washington to california, it was a lot harder because we were on mark and debi's schedule and nona was PISSED!
so when we got home, we handed nona over and ate and not fifteen minutes after we got here, debi cracked some joke about how she cleaned the kitchen and it stayed clean all weekend. then she followed it up with a request that we clean up after ourselves more. josh and i were just like "mm hmm" and i was like "fuck this" in my head and just walked out of the room. josh and i do the dishes as much as debi does, and the only reason the kitchen doesn't stay pristine is because i actually cook. EVERY DAY. debi is a horrible cook so she only cooks maybe once in a week. so it would follow that the kitchen wouldn't stay brand spanking new every day. where i live, there will always be a lived-in kitchen no matter how much i clean up.
josh followed me a couple minutes later and was like "oh my god my mom is such a bitch! we weren't even home fifteen minutes before she got into it with us!"
so meh. whatever. i'm going to finish this painting just because i'll feel like a troll if i don't give her a gift for her birthday, but the spirit of gift-giving was pretty much stolen from my heart the minute she started acting like that again. we'd had a good week before we left, so i was really disappointed that she had to be like that tonight.
grrrr.
<3 becky
on wednesday night, we left nona with his parents and went on a date night. we went out to eat and then went to the drive-in movie theater about thirty minutes away. we saw 10,000 bc and jumper. ugh. both movies were pretty lame, but at least we got some nice quality time with each other.
by the time we got home, we had to get up early (and by early i mean ten am) to go with his parents to look at a house they were thinking about buying. it was a crazy house and i didn't like it, and i don't think anybody else liked it except for debi. so then debi pouted about it and got all defensive like a petulant little child, so we had to spend another half an hour or more standing around trying to come up with good things about the house in an effort to convince her that she doesn't have hideous taste.
then the rest of the day, i started working on a painting of nona to give debi for her birthday (which is tomorrow). i got a call from my mom saying that my aunt terry's condition (cancer) had taken a turn for the worst and she was highly sedated because she was at the point she couldn't be awake and not in pain anymore. so luckily with josh being off from school, we were able to hop in the car and drive up to albany, oregon to see her. we left that morning at 1 am to get there by 1 pm. yeah, twelve hours in the car with no sleep was a horrible idea but at least nona slept for the vast majority of it. we finally got there and we sat with my family for the rest of the day. josh took care of nona because i hadn't seen my mom in over three months and i was dying to talk to her.
aunt terry was on hospice care, so she had a hospital bed in the living room of her house and we all just sat around watching her breathe. by around 8 pm, she had the "death rattle" and her daughter (who is a couple years younger than i am) was sitting on the couch with my mom and myself trying to convince terry to let go and go to heaven.
finally, around 9 pm terry took her last breath. meredith curled up in my lap like a little child and sobbed. she held on to me and yelled for her mom and it was really incredibly hard. i knew what to expect with death because of jonah, and i feel i was able to be a comforting presence for meredith during the whole experience. afterward, everyone's spirits had lifted because terry wasn't in pain anymore. people were rejoicing at the idea of terry in heaven, free from pain.
terry's son just turned 21 less than a week ago, and it was incredibly hard on him. he was definitely not ready to lose his mother (which, who ever is??). but he took it really really hard.
finally, today we got up and made the drive home. twelve hours. ugh. but nona only fussed a couple times, so it was a really easy trip as far as that went. when we moved from washington to california, it was a lot harder because we were on mark and debi's schedule and nona was PISSED!
so when we got home, we handed nona over and ate and not fifteen minutes after we got here, debi cracked some joke about how she cleaned the kitchen and it stayed clean all weekend. then she followed it up with a request that we clean up after ourselves more. josh and i were just like "mm hmm" and i was like "fuck this" in my head and just walked out of the room. josh and i do the dishes as much as debi does, and the only reason the kitchen doesn't stay pristine is because i actually cook. EVERY DAY. debi is a horrible cook so she only cooks maybe once in a week. so it would follow that the kitchen wouldn't stay brand spanking new every day. where i live, there will always be a lived-in kitchen no matter how much i clean up.
josh followed me a couple minutes later and was like "oh my god my mom is such a bitch! we weren't even home fifteen minutes before she got into it with us!"
so meh. whatever. i'm going to finish this painting just because i'll feel like a troll if i don't give her a gift for her birthday, but the spirit of gift-giving was pretty much stolen from my heart the minute she started acting like that again. we'd had a good week before we left, so i was really disappointed that she had to be like that tonight.
grrrr.
<3 becky