sunday, 6/1/08

got an email last night.... one of the neighbor boys had a graduation party in full swing-- the dog was attached to my hip in fear-- i had to give both of us a break so went downstairs to youngest sons computer to get us both away from the party noise coming thru the windows. there they were staring at me-- those two words "hey guys..."

i knew. my heart fell as i opened the email. my friends dad is in hospice-- day #1.

before i could read anything else i trucked upstairs-- the dog followed in panic-- (ohh if dogs could talk!!) and poured myself a glass of wine. hubby and youngest son had gone to a late movie and it was up to me to deal with the night. we trucked back downstairs-- pups crawled deep into sons bed as i sat down to read, glass in hand.

i must have sat there for 10 minutes with tears in my eyes. it was hospice with dad all over again. i understood what was happening instantly-- i've yet to have a good cry for dad-- it's all bottled up. still is-- those tears were for my friend. i raised my glass and sorta chuckled at my weakness-- last drop of wine went down in a gulp... damn co-dependency..... thought that crap was gone. god's sense of humor. deal, katmir. one way or another, i gotta deal.

daaaaaddddddd!!