I’ve made the decision to book tickets to go to Wellington to see Dad despite the fact the he could die any day now. I’m going up for his birthday on the 17th. Feeling a little jealous because my aunt is going tonight (Thursday)!! lol
I’ve also made the decision that although we’re on “hold’ I’m still going to carry on with life as normal. It was driving me nuts just hanging round waiting. I’m half planning how I’m going to handle every situation where ever I am, at the library, shopping, at school… planning what I’m going to do when I get the call.
Do I leave the kids at school? Go home pack for them and me while leaving Steve to book tickets? Bring them back home? Who do I call first (Mum {separated from Dad for well over 30 years}, brother who’s taking the funeral, sister, brother in Oz)? Do I call my brother who’s a chef in Australia? What’s the time difference? Is my sister going to want a lift to Wellington? SEE!! it’s doing my head in!!
What I HAVE done is packed a bag with the kids clothes in it for the funeral. I’m keeping my clothes ready in another bag and ready to head off, all the while doing my (almost) normal routine while my legs are almost healed.
There’s always washing to be done, dishes, meals etc to organise, next week I’m getting back to Playcentre with Lachy, rooms to tidy and vacuuming to be done, normal routine life. I’m finding I’m coping a lot better now that when I first got the shock of seeing how bad he was. I’m in constant contact and getting regular updates from Dad’s wife
Life goes on and as lots of people have said to me Dad wouldn’t want me to go and wreck all the great work I’ve put into getting myself healthy and fit. Time to get back on the wagon.
Bex
