Mom

Mom has been in the hospital since Tuesday, since having sort of a fainting spell Tuesday morning. We are all grateful to her Avon Lady, April, who happened to be there delivering a cosmetic order, and noticed that mom was not doing ok, and called 911.

Mom was worried that she would not be out of the hospital in time to attend Dad's memorial, which is scheduled for Sunday, Jan. 25th. I told her to just think about getting better. She is also concerned that she won't have time to get her hair done. A girl has to have her priorities.

But the doctor said she will probably be out by the end of the week. We're hoping for the best.

It has surely been a strange, and stressful ride these past several weeks. I know stress is just part of life, but high doses can be toxic.

I am looking forward to the memorial, to seeing friends and family, and hoping for at least a little bit of closure about Dad. I don't feel like I've had time to really feel what I should be feeling. I want to take some time to reflect, and just "be". It hasn't been easy to do that. I guess it will come with time.

And then I have to look for a job.