We’re still trying to get our days onto an even keel here. We resume exercise tomorrow, and I hope that will help. Wednesday is our weekly day for dinner with my niece and her sons. She’s trying to talk us out of cooking, so we may go out to dinner tomorrow night.
My sleep patterns have been swinging widely from almost nothing to too much and back to almost nothing again. I ended up stealing an hour in the big chair in the kitchen this morning before I ran errands.
Dear Husband checked in this evening and had some amazing things to tell me.
Daily Archives: January 3, 2006
Apology
I have to apologize to readers who may have been confused. When I posted on January 1st, we had not been able to confirm the death of Dear Husband’s oldest son through the hospital. Since then, DH has traveled to Florida and confirmed that his son died.
Thank you, all, for your kind words, thoughts and prayers.
Normalcy
I really should be in bed.
We decided today that trying to keep to our normal schedule while we are waiting for the family to return from Florida was a good idea. I paid bills today, and Elegante Mother and I worked together to fix dinner. She cooked a rump roast in the crock pot. I would have passed on it, and put the roast in the freezer, but I realized that we both needed something to keep us busy, and we both needed an organized dinner.
I went for about 35 hours with only two or three hours of sleep. Last night I finally crashed at 10:30 and I slept like a rock for more than 12 hours I’m sure that accounts for why I’m still awake, but I think I’ll be heading off to bed soon. I have to be up at 6:00, so I suspect that I’ll be in bed early tomorrow night.
There’s been little Dear Husband could do in Florida because of the holiday. Tomorrow he should be able to find his son’s safety deposit box and hopefully, the will. No matter what, tomorrow will be the day the wake has to be planned. I think there will be a wake in Florida on Friday or Saturday, and then one here early next week.
We’ve all found that it helps to be doing something productive. But, it’s sometimes difficult to find the concentration we need to carry out our work. The family has drawn together, rather like a specialized mini support group. I hope our grandson sees this, and realizes that we are there for him, in the same way.
Thank you all for your kind notes and calls. We appreciate the cloak of support and love that you’ve wrapped around us.