As I write I'm gazing out on the gorgeous Puget Sound, on a cruise ship headed to Alaska. I'm really looking forward to a week of relaxation and fun, the start of a new chapter where I take care of myself as I've taken care of others.
There are now three kids in the house, well they come home to sleep, and this fall we'll be down to two as one of the twins is planning to go to Eastern Washington University. They have school, work, friends keeping them busy, as it should be. They don't need me to hold their hands, they're pretty much grown up now.
For 2-1/4 years I've been looking after my Dad, although he had been in assisted living for the last year and a half. Still I needed to visit frequently, keep his meds ordered, get them to the nurses as needed, pay his bills, take him to the doctor, buy him personal items and treats, etc. He was pretty much on my mind all the time until the morning of April 29 when he peacefully went home to be with the Lord. It was not a shock, as we'd just enrolled him in hospice, but it was a surprise that he passed so soon. I couldn't be anything but happy for him, though, as he made it clear that all he wanted now was to go to heaven. Mission accomplished.
The first week after was so strange, no trips to Parkview, no meds to get. Instead there were other kinds of arrangements to be made. Most of that was quickly done with the help of the hospice workers and my family. His belongings were quickly packed as he didn't bring much with him from Arizona.There are still a few loose ends to tie up, but much is finished.
So now I can rededicate myself to going through all the things that have accumulated in my house, relearning how to keep up with housework, spending a little more time with the grandkids, and taking more time for me.
Maybe even even stitch a little!