You may have noticed that my twice-a-week blog posts are down to once a week, more or less. My plan is to get on a stable schedule that gives me the flexibility of posting to my business site once a week also. My sabbatical is not over yet, I don’t think… but it’s clear that my world is turning and the shifting gears keep me in motion quite a bit.
There has been a little personal drama in the past week that has set me back just a bit. My stepmother, the last link to a parent in our family, is in declining health. She fell back in early June and fractured her hip. She had a partial replacement, but within days fell again and had to have it reset. Then she fell again and got a brace as a result. And the next time after that, she broke her nose. It’s not just the physical healing she is dealing with; it’s the after-effects of the anesthesia each time that continue to be problematic for her. She is 86 and she hasn’t been as able to get back on her feet (no pun intended) as if she was 76 or 66. She has now been showing signs of her body shutting down, and Hospice care has been arranged. It has us all wondering if she is giving up, as we know she has been lonely and unhappy for a while since my dad died a bit over 2 years ago. So prayers for her to be comfortable and have her pain managed during this last transition phase are asked for.
When I got the message two days ago that she was “not good,” I felt myself start to crumble. I think I even got a little angry that she may be making a choice to give up, which was an option that Kevin didn’t have -or if he did, I didn’t recognize. That then got me to wondering if we all have this choice, and assuming we do, why anyone else thinks they have the right to insist we make the choice to stay here on this earth at this time. How very arrogant of us. So I quickly offered up a prayer for forgiveness for when I have done that.
I also got sad because she is one that keeps me still connected to my dad. When I have to let go of her, things change again even in subtle ways. Then I will be truly orphaned. Even at my age of 58 now, that just seems too much to think about. And I know I’ve started my grieving already, although she is still here. Why is it so hard to remember that she will still be with me? Grief sure does make you think!!
There’s been a lot of death lately – Mary Jo’s dog, Rosanne’s nephew, Lorie’s dad, that I can’t help but be reminded how temporary life is. And that thought has me impatient to make up for lost time – all the things I haven’t done yet, the places I want to go, the books I want to read. Now I have fleeting thoughts that I should stay on my sabbatical forever (which would now likely be termed retirement).
But it’s the work I’m now starting to do that has me meeting new people and keeping me stimulated. This week already I have gone for ice cream with a new neighbor, and had lunch with a new friend Karen. Sunday I went to a meeting and got to know 6 fellow Toastmasters better as we start a year of being officers for our club together. I went to lunch in Richmond last week with Karine to the eWomen’s Network gathering, where we both met new people – like us, women engaged in business, who want to make a difference, who are helping each other figure out the things we need to know and do. Next week I’ll be speaking at a luncheon of the Solopreneur Success Circle. No, I’m not just keeping myself busy so I don’t have to think. I recognize that this is my time, this is what I do to keep being me. I’m having my kind of fun. And yes, I know there are other kinds of fun to be had, but for me, for now, this is pretty great.
So even though the world keeps turning and I’m shifting gears along with it, I step back now and then to appreciate what I have had, what I do have, the people I’ve known and will know, the path I have been on that has lead me here and wherever I’m going. I know that Kevin and Delores have done their parts along the way, and I thank them. It’s not always easy stepping back into an active grief when you think you’re moving on, but in the Big Picture of Life, I have been so fortunate. Even Delores’ failing health now has me exploring my thoughts and beliefs again about the meaning of life and death. I guess I need to be reminded every now and then. We all do, so we can make the most of what we have left, whatever that is. Rest in comfort, Delores, until it is your time to go on to The Next Place.