Perhaps it is time to collect and review my thoughts more often. The drama from my last post was a beginning of an ending. Ol’ Abner was very ill. I was posting frequent updates on another site for family and friends in lieu of constant phone calls. At the end of October we were advised by his oncologist to live life to the fullest every day, and don’t worry about Christmas. The man and I accepted different interpretations of that advice. Our children circled around and embraced both versions of our concerns. The last few months of the year involved cancelling a planned cruise and sharing an early feast with daughter’s family followed by a quiet thanksgiving with son and daughter in law. An early Christmas celebration at son and dil’s home with another small celebration at our house on Christmas Day, a day he had not expected to see. On to the new year, and we were told the following week would probably involve calling in hospice, I made anti-climactic drama of that with a wrist fracture on icy steps. Freeways were being closed due to congestion from an abundance of multi-car accidents. I awaited treatment in the emergency room amid horror stories of spinning cars making crashing noises. Son and dil retrieved us from the hospitality of medical intervention and managed to get us safely bedded for the night. I recovered as he became more ill. He left us less than a month later after a whirlwind of loving visitors and competent caring hospice staff flowing through our home. My old Marine was cremated and we gathered to honor him with a beautiful wake hosted by son and dil followed by a celebration at our church the next day. Earlier this month we traveled to the city of his birth and buried his ashes.
With a sense of quiet peace, we returned home. Son rode Harley Brown, Ol’ Abner’s motorcycle, now his. Two friends traveled on two wheels with him. As I made my final approach to turn into my little town on the lake, I felt the jarring thump of a rear end hit!
The other driver drove away after assuring me he would “take care of this”...neglecting to tell me I would have to find him first. Our local police were as helpful as possible under the circumstances, but the next morning I took Bruce in for repairs for the second time with injury to his backside. (Maybe I should mention that we were rear-ended in November but the other driver didn’t bail on us) An attempt to rent a car was thwarted by a tumble in the parking lot. Son again had to retrieve me and after another stop at the ER, I was delivered home to nurse a strained hamstring! RICE protocol is still in force (rest, ice, compress, elevate)...to be continued dear diary.
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