We are moving (close) to the Big City. Packing has begun, and at least one “good-bye” has happened, sadly.
We will be off to our “New Adventure”, where there are many new things to see, and family to be around.
I just hope the dogs can cope with really hot weather. 🙂
Today is the last day of middle school for Brit. It seems now like middle school has gone really fast. In 6th grade, it seemed to go really slow. I think it was just a matter of getting used to the new lay of the land. We are ready (we think… but at least excited) for the new adventures in high school. 🙂
A year ago today, our sweet Ginger went to the Rainbow Bridge. She was a brave, loving dog, who loved to give hugs to everyone she met. She would press her body against them while she was being stroked by her human friend, new or old.
Ginger gave everything she had to our family. She knew when we weren’t well. She knew when we were sad. She played with us when we were happy, and she ran like a mad kangaroo. Boy, did she love to run!
We miss Ginger, and remember her well, every day. A piece of our hearts are filled with her love, and we hold it close to us.
A year ago today, our sweet Ginger went to the Rainbow Bridge. She was a brave, loving dog, who loved to give hugs to everyone she met. She would press her body against them while she was being stroked by her human friend, new or old.
Ginger gave everything she had to our family. She knew when we weren’t well. She knew when we were sad. She played with us when we were happy, and she ran like a mad kangaroo. Boy, did she love to run!
We miss Ginger, and remember her well, every day. A piece of our hearts are filled with her love, and we hold it close to us.
I know it’s only May 5th, but technically it is Ian’s Father’s Day. It is the day that his adoption of Brittany was made official, 3 years ago today. It was a good day for our family, especially Brittany, who has the loving father she deserves so much.
I have always said that if I could pick any child to be my daughter, Brittany is the one I would choose. This is just as true for Ian, as he was able to choose her.
Every day, we say how lovely she is and how lucky we are to have her in our lives. We are so proud our little girl.
Several months ago, my mom fell and fractured her hip. She had to go through a couple of months in a rehabilitation/skilled nursing facility to rebuild her walking skills, and then work on strength and endurance, and learn how to take some care of herself.
The other issue is that my mother is over 70 with some dementia and the anesthesia/surgery made this worse for awhile after the surgery. For awhile, she couldn’t remember anything longer than 30 seconds. Slowly, but surely, she started to return to her presurgery self. This meant that she had some dementia, could remember who people are, and would remember answers to her questions for longer than several minutes or even longer.
Friday night at 9:30pm, my dad rushed my mom to the ER. She had what he thought was a urinary tract infection, which turned out to be something different, but immediately treatable. They gave her an antibiotic and sent her home with a prescription.
By the time they arrived back in their neighborhood, my mom had started hallucinating. She was seeing kids in the street and told my dad to watch out for them. She saw children in their fireplace, too. It was creepy and disturbing for me. I can’t imagine what it was like for my dad, who had to watch the whole thing unravel and figure out what to do next.
Mom went to bed. It was 3:30am on Saturday. My dad could finally go to sleep at 4am. My dad, who normally is up several times during the night taking my mom to the bathroom, finally got some sleep. My mom slept most of the day.
When she woke up around dinner time, she did not know who my dad was or generally any answers to any questions my dad had. She wouldn’t eat because she “didn’t want to take your food”. Back to sleep she went, tearfully.
I’m not sure what happened between then and the time she woke up again. She walked into the kitchen and asked for dinner, cracked a few jokes, and recognized my dad. She knew that she was in the skilled nursing facility before, but couldn’t remember going to the ER last night. This is probably a good thing.
I think back to what a clinician in the skilled nursing facility said. Any change, any trauma, anything different will be a big disruption to the patient. Maybe the trip to the ER and the work they had to do to make her better, was overload for her. Maybe she worried she would have to go back to the facility, or she WAS back at the facility, and that was all it took to set off this stream of unsual thoughts.
Minds are so complicated. When you think of everything it does, really, every waking and sleeping moment, it’s quite amazing and complex. My mom’s goes to interesting places sometimes that are not so great, but it was a relief to have her come back to herself for now.
Keep praying. It’s working.
Dear Ginger – Here are your new brother and sister, Nemo and Chloe:
Dear Ginger –
I found some pictures of you, and some with you and Molly. I just want to put them here so I can find them easily again. Just wanted to let you know that I think about you every day… some funny or lovely thing that you did. I still miss you, and it’s difficult to look at your pictures sometimes and think, “I feel like it’s been so long since I’ve seen her.” I guess the heartache is only muted, but doesn’t go away completely. Someday, we will meet again. That is the day I look forward to. Love, Mommy
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