A text from my husband’s sister asking him to call his Mom.
Call back later said the nurse. She’s showering.
Start the show. Watch clock constantly with one eye on the tv.
Okay, 20 minutes are up. Call.
She answers…..the cancer is back. They’ve given me 6 months. It’s in my liver.
Shock. Silence. Drops of water seeping from the corners of the eyes that are quickly envisioning the next 6 months. The next day. The next hour. The next moment when a breath is again inhaled.
This is his Mother. A Mom of 4. Four very close grown adults. They are going to lose their Mother. The Grandkids will lose their Nanny. I will lose my Mother-in-law of almost 25 years.
Loss. You feel it always. My Dad. Gone for almost 8 years. “Time flys”. Yes. Yes, it does. But heartache stays along for the flight. Every frequent flier air mile, it’s along. Always reminding. Always nudging.
Losing a loved one….tough, tough, tough. Losing a parent when you’re a grown adult child who thought you’d still have another 20 years? Unbearable.
Enjoy the time. Now. Not later. Trips will be planned. Photos will be dug out. Memories brought to surface. New memories made.
Praying. Loving. Hoping.