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Emotional processing.
Jan. 15th, 2003 01:14 pmI spent most of Saturday afternoon with my dad. We cried. We laughed. We talked about what needs to get done before he dies.
I've taken over the mailing list and mailing tasks for our family reunions. I agreed that his choice of a distant cousin to complete the family book update was a good one. I'm going to clear the side yard he'll need to use to come and go in a wheelchair before he has to get back in that thing. We're all going to help him go through the garage and get rid of stuff so he can have a new automatic garage door installed. The original 40 year old door is too heavy for Mom and the opener on it is starting to stick.
He wants to get a new lawn sprinkler system installed and automated like he has done himself in the rest of the garden.
He's going to my cousin Todd's wedding up in Northern California in two weeks.
He wants to live long enough to be there when Chris graduates from Berkeley.
He wants to live long enough to be at Michael and Katie's wedding - whom by the way, aren't even engaged yet though we're sure it will happen when they get their careers going.
He wants to hold a great-grandchild.
I want him to have all of that and more.
I dreamed last night that my family all died or moved away and I was alone. What would I do? Who would take care of me?? Then I realized that I was an adult. That Eric was right there in bed next to me and I'd be all right.
Yup. My mind is processing this whole thing.
I've taken over the mailing list and mailing tasks for our family reunions. I agreed that his choice of a distant cousin to complete the family book update was a good one. I'm going to clear the side yard he'll need to use to come and go in a wheelchair before he has to get back in that thing. We're all going to help him go through the garage and get rid of stuff so he can have a new automatic garage door installed. The original 40 year old door is too heavy for Mom and the opener on it is starting to stick.
He wants to get a new lawn sprinkler system installed and automated like he has done himself in the rest of the garden.
He's going to my cousin Todd's wedding up in Northern California in two weeks.
He wants to live long enough to be there when Chris graduates from Berkeley.
He wants to live long enough to be at Michael and Katie's wedding - whom by the way, aren't even engaged yet though we're sure it will happen when they get their careers going.
He wants to hold a great-grandchild.
I want him to have all of that and more.
I dreamed last night that my family all died or moved away and I was alone. What would I do? Who would take care of me?? Then I realized that I was an adult. That Eric was right there in bed next to me and I'd be all right.
Yup. My mind is processing this whole thing.
