Another little piece of me that slipped away so to speak was my paternal grandmother. She passed away a few weeks ago. I posted about it in other places, and I am okay. This time I felt like I got it right. I visited her bedside, I knew she couldn't talk to me, I said my goodbyes, and I let her go in peace. When my maternal grandmother passed away last year I kept begging for a little more time. I didn't do that with this grandmother. I was coached by my dad, and I knew what to expect and what to do. I wish I'd had that support a year ago. But anyway... moving on...
My mother is up to her usual. I have been keeping notes elsewhere and it seems that every month she starts up with me again. Coincidentally this falls on around the 25th of the month. Check your calendar and you will see that Thanksgiving is on the 25th this year. Nice! My wonderful, loving, and supportive husband is helping me set some boundaries. We'll see what happens. It would be easier if I wasn't also worried about what things look like through the eyes of a 4 year old, but we will do our best to do what is right for all of us.
And that's all I've got for the moment. Little pieces of me.... here and there... it's dark out and not quite time to leave work yet. Time change in a couple of days. Slowly, slowly into winter we slip..... though the calendar tells us it's still fall.
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