Thirty-seven days ago Joe and I flew down to Florida to visit my sister and her husband for a week.
Some how, some way, my Mother was invited. I hadn't seen her in over 10 years. Our relationship has always been very difficult.
My Dad and brothers were there. It was the first time in probably 30 years we all slept under the same roof as a family.
My dad seemed quiet, a little slower, he hurts a little more. Age does that.
My Mother took digs at me and my sister, making me feel useless and unworthy as always. She's aged, she seems bitter.
We got back to Omaha, I started thinking about all the things I worry about, all the details.
On April 13th, 18 days ago I put my house up for sale.
The winter took a toll, on me, on the house. I figured I'd just see what would happen.....10 days ago my house sold.
Nine days ago I started moving. I have more than half of it done.
Four days ago I made an appointment to have my oldest cat put to sleep. She won't survive the move, she is frail, she is over 100 years old in cat years.
Three days ago my Dad was diagnosed with chronic lymphocytic leukemia. No treatment no cure. Not an aggressive cancer but...my Dad is sick.
37 days....and counting.
Always
~Nursey~
