The past two months at our household have actually been pretty tough ones. My mother has been quite sick and the hospital is beginning to know her about as well as the pediatrician’s office recognizes Lydia.
I’m sorry — I probably shouldn’t joke. It’s been very tough for my parents these last few weeks. It’s been tough for me not being sure what to do or now to help. But at least I’m in town — my sister lives two hours away and feels even more helpless.
Early on I made the decision not to write or otherwise make any online mention of this for the time being and it’s been hard. I made that decision out of respect for Mom and Dad — it’s primarily their row to hoe and I didn’t want to be the Child That Didn’t Shut Up On The Internet. Also, it’s not just my friends and such that read this website; theirs do, too. Sometimes I think more of their friends frequent here than mine.
I still had a cathartic need to write, though, and after some thinking and after Friday I realized there are parts of this that are mine and my sister’s row to hoe. She’s our mother, after all, and after having both become mothers ourselves within the past year we both need her now more than ever.
Unfortunately I think her own mother and father need her more and she’s going to leave us pretty soon.
I’m really not sure what else to say at the moment, so there it is.
Dearest Carrie,
Your Mom has always been immensely proud of your ability to write a good story. Who better to tell the Master Storyteller’s story other than you and Cathey. Toni has given you both a legacy. A gift of her humor, wit and the wonderful way of weaving a story. Her love of living life fully without regrets but most of all the immense love she has for you and Cathey. I always wished that she would write a book on her life experiences. It would have been a best seller! Tell her stories!!! They have brought much joy to all who know and love her. Much love to you all!
Just read this, sorry about your loss.