I can’t seem to wake up today. Between the overcast skies and an empty house, my body seems to think today is a rest day.
Thanks to everyone who sent condolences for the passing of my father-in-law last week. It was a sad thing, but his 80 year old body had been through a lot with a liver transplant twenty-five years ago and battling cancer for the past five years. The last six months have been the worst, but Hospice has been involved, making it much easier on the family and hopefully on him. We are happy he could die at home in a house he built himself.
On a brighter note, all three sons got to come home, including our Marine who is stationed in Hawaii. Many thanks to the Red Cross! It was great going to sleep to the sound of their voices and laughter. At 29, 26, and 24, they’re still young enough to manage those late night sessions, but Hubby and I were in bed each evening at the earliest possible time. The dishwasher, washer and dryer were constantly going, but all three sons (and Hubby) know how to operate them.
In the aftermath of the funeral (Thursday), we had a celebration on Saturday. The youngest son graduated from college. Now everyone will be off the payroll. A time to celebrate indeed.
Yesterday was filled with trips to the airport (one at an ungodly hour) and visits with my mother-in-law. She’s handling widowhood quite well and has already made plans to attend a Tuesday night widow’s group at her church.
Whew! Maybe there’s a reason my eyes won’t stay open today. Hopefully by Wednesday I’ll be wide-awake. Until then . . .