Thursday, October 23, 2014
I lied to my beloved. She (WMBO).
I am not a terrible person. Really.
Here's what happened.
When I was in Colorado watching Colin, when the kids got home from Arizona, my Son Dave took Carolyn off to the side and whispered to her. "Ok. Dad, she says I can tell you."
"But we aren't ready to announce yet. It's only five weeks."
"You can't tell Mom." I can't tell Mom?
Which seems only fair to me. With Colin, Carolyn told her parents and her sister days before they told us and Dave told his mother and His sister, Dr Dani OB/Gyn, days before I was told. At the end of the week we went out to dinner and they pretended to tell us both.
Well. When I found out I was the last to know by a week, I was more than a little hurt. But I nursed that hurt in silence except for with Herself when she told me she already knew.
Then last night, Dave and Colin called on FaceTime (who knew the video phone from the Jetsons and 2001: A Space Odessey would be real?) and he told his mother. She came to tell me. "Carolyn's pregnant!"
And I blurted, "I know!" Oops. I didn't want her to feel like Dave told me on purpose before her ... which he totally did. Like last time, in reverse. Because it made me feel bad and I didn't want here to feel like that.
"You know? Why didn't you tell me?"
"Well, the other day when we were talking I mentioned my cold and asked how Carolyn was doing and he let slip that she was having morning sickness." Which totally did happen. "And he asked me not to tell you yet." Which he did, just not in that context.
I left it at that.
For her feelings.
And that's my story and I am sticking to it.
Monday, October 20, 2014
I know I have been away for a while. I just didn't realize that it has been that long! That's ... let's see ... September 7 to October 20 ... that's ... carry the two and borrow ten ... the sine of the cosecant is ... Wow! Six weeks.
I basically took some time to dial back my social media stuff. I was getting other stuff done. I was trying to readjust my sleep patterns. And I was watching too much TV.
Well, Mom is still kicking it. Her ability to communicate is severely limited, but she does enjoy visitors. So that's good. When anyone asks me I tell them it's day to day. If I get The Call tomorrow or I get it three months from now, I think I am ready.
It's cool. She has had a great life. The mother of 13, grandmother to 17 and great grandmother to 5. When th etime comes, it will be a well deserved rest.
We have a brother-in-law who is a disc jockey. I told my sister that we should have Jerry stand by and bring his gear to the post funeral reception. (We were discussing "arrangements" and Mom was present for the discussion.)
"Because there should be dancing. We should celebrate Mom's life, not mourn her death." Mom nodded her head.
"But Mommy doesn't dance."
"Ah," I responded, "But she won't have to." Mom chuckled at that. "And we should have cake!"
Here Mom put in her two cents, "Chocolate!"
"See? She wants us to have Chocolate cake!"
Then she said something and my sister laughed, "She said, 'And McDonald's ice cream.' Mom, I think that can be arranged."
She is dying. She knows she is dying and is pretty much in a waiting mode. But she can participate in the party planning.
This is a picture from Sunday with two of her Great Grandaughters and their new dogs. She said she wanted a dog like them.
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