Wednesday, January 20, 2016
September through December 2015 has just been crazy, busy, exhausting, and surreal. September began with my oldest brother and his wife retiring after 18 years as Pastor of our church and moving to North Carolina. None of us realized how much mom relied on him. My sister's husband, who would be my mom's next level of support, has spent the fall in and out of the hospital with cardiac bypass surgery followed by surgery for esophageal cancer. My dad died on my granddaughter's first birthday, November 29th. He went to the hospital the morning she was born, no longer able to support himself on his legs. From the hospital to rehab, to remain there as a long term care resident. The last month of his life he had been moved to a facility closer by, so my mom and I were able to see him every day instead of every other day.