Cousin Marsha let me know this afternoon. Aunt Helen's graveside service, at the graveyard of her childhood church, is scheduled for 3:00, Friday, November 5. There will be a reception following in the community center of the little nearby town. It is a town I remember from my childhood, where my grandpa had an old victorian house with creaky floors, steep stairs and a working hand water pump out back.
Mom and I will fly to Kansas City Friday morning. Bill and Cathy will pick us up at the airport and drive us out to the cemetery, a couple of hours away. We'll spend the night at their place, then fly back home Saturday. Mom did not want to have an extended stay. And we do what mama wants.
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SPECIAL NOTE TO HOMETOWN READERS
I just thought I would let you know, my parents do not know I am blogging about them. I'd like to keep it that way, please. This is just a way to keep folks updated and my free therapy as we pack my parents' suitcases for a place none of us has been.
(I guess my dad knows about my blog now. I'm pretty sure he is okay with it.)
Do not go gentle into that good night by Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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About Me
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- I am a wife, mother, sister, and friend. Life is full of stories, and I consider it free therapy to write some of them here.
Denial
"Denial is when we think we can set aside old issues and build a new relationship with our parents. We tell ourselves that things will be different this time, that our parents have changed. What we're denying is our own feelings, perhaps anger or abandonment or betrayal. We're also denying the very real possibility that nothing has changed, that our parents will be just as they always were." Eleanor Cade
Mom's Health Odyssey
- June 30, 2012 -- Entrance into Heaven
- May 2010 -- Colon Cancer
- Date?? -- TIAs detected
- Winter 2010 -- Intestinal Blockage
- Fall 2008 -- Atrial Fib, Blood Pressure
- 2002 -- Broken Femur
- Spring 1990 -- Colo-Rectal Cancer
What 62 Years Looks Like
Dad's Health Odyssey
- August 16, 2010 -- Entrance into Heaven
- May 2010 -- Sepsis/Hospital
- October 2009 -- Hospital for Low Blood Pressure
- Summer 2009 -- Blood Bacteria, etc./Month in hospital
- Fall 2008 -- Arteriogram
- Spring 2008 -- Memory Blip for 1/2 Day
- Spring 2008 -- Pacemaker
- December 1999 -- Whacks Head
- Fall 1989 -- Quadruple Bypass
Circle of Stubbornness
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