What a week.
Aging sucks and yet it’s much better than the alternative…at least so they say.
One day this week I got a call telling me that my 95 and 3/4 year old mom is starting to slip. Sheesh. Given her age…what would we expect? And yet…So I went into hyper-drive making arrangements for more care, making arrangements for handling her post-passing needs (I know…I can’t make myself call that what it is…I’ll just say…Forest Lawn…nuff said), and talking with my sister multiple times a day. Don’t you all cope that way…going into hyper-drive?
Then we got a call that Glen’s mom was likely in her last days/weeks. She had stopped eating and wouldn’t take her medicines. We respect that. She wanted to be in control of her own life. Wouldn’t I? Wouldn’t you?
Then last night, as the Warriors were kicking The Mavs butts, we got the call. Glen’s mom, Joyce had passed. (See previous post to explain that coincidence of names.) She had passed peacefully and his brother and sister-in-law were there. What a blessing.
So now, here in New Orleans, we process what all of this means. Glen has “lost” both of his parents. My dad passed a few years ago and my mom is definitely failing. Somehow we are becoming the “senior” generation. I’m not ready for that. I don’t even know what that means.
I do know that my favorite movie, The Lion King (the only movie I saw more than once in a theater and I saw it five times!) still sings in my head…yep…The Circle of Life. It’s real and it’s happening.