‘Transition’ is the focus of my challenge this week. At the time of composing, I thought I would be reviewing last year’s lessons and gifts and preparing myself to greet the new. Life, of course, seldom fits into our neatly packaged plans.
As I write this, I’m sitting in a hotel room, with my alarm set for 4:20 a.m. I’ll be catching a flight early tomorrow, returning home, dealing with a different kind of transition.
Ric and I were out shopping when the text from our youngest son came in: Grandma’s going to the hospital. She wanted me to let you know.
A few weeks ago, it was her kidneys – one has completely shut down and there is partial blockage in the other. Now it is her bowels.
“I’m scared,” she told me when I reached her by phone.
“I know Mom. I’m on my way.”
In one breath, she doesn’t want the fuss; in another, she tells me her heart has been acting up. She is days away from turning 92.
“At the very least, we’ll celebrate your birthday together,” I tell her.
She doesn’t argue.
Good thing the New Year kicks off without my input.
(Photo is one of Mom’s last outings. I am linking this up with my weekly challenge: transition.)