After I wrote that last post about my grandmother, I considered disabling comments, not wanting people to feel obligated. Boy would that have been dumb. I was, and continue to be, genuinely touched by all of your thoughts. When I started this blog, I knew it would be useful as an emotional outlet, but I never imagined it could flow back the other way in the form of all your positive energy. Along with all my regular commenters, I was amazed at the unintended de-lurking that occurred, not to mention the appearance of one M. Lou. I'm making a guess here, but an extra Mumsie is always good at times like this.
As you can imagine, it's been a somewhat difficult weekend. My grandmother is in a very nice hospice where they do everything they can to make her comfortable, light years from a hospital environment and even a big step up from the nursing home she was briefly in. She had a good day Saturday. She was aware of all of us around her and managed to speak a little from time to time, even making a few jokes. The nurses actually got her to eat some ice cream and soup.
Today she only opened her eyes a few times and mostly seemed to be in a fitful sleep. She wouldn't open her mouth for any food or water. It's hard to see her that way, but I just keep remembering the meaningful moments we all had with her yesterday. I'm glad my dad and I got here Friday so we could experience that. Of course she could have some better days like that yet to come, but maybe not.
I'm not going to keep it gloomy around here all week, though. That's what compartmentalizing is for. Hopefully I'll get the inspiration to try my hand at some funny in a couple of days. Pops and I are hitting the highway at 4 a.m. tomorrow and heading back south (he has some work stuff that needs tending; also, I don't actually call him Pops, but maybe I'll start.) So I'll be back in my old couch cushion dent by the afternoon, happy that I won't have to miss a day of any of your blogs.