When your life is in turmoil and the stress you are experiencing is off the charts, you thankfully think, “Well, at least we have our health and no one in the family is sick or has died.”
Well, our worst fear came true Saturday. Tom’s father passed away Saturday morning. We had known since last Wednesday that his sisters took their father to the hospital. They said that his body was filling with fluids. But what Tom and I didn’t know was that his father had cancer. We do know that his father had had some test done and when Tom talked to him a couple of months ago, his father told him that the tests came back negative.
Try as Tom did, he didn’t make it to the hospital to see his father before his final days. But did talk to him, by phone, on Thursday and then again minutes before he passed. Needless to say, it has been one hell of an emotional roller coaster ride here. We are lucky we haven’t cracked by now.
What is ironic is that we will be up there in about a month. Tom has to fly out to attend his father’s wake and funeral just weeks before we will be in town. There is a lot of chaos around here.
Today I washed and packed the kitchen. Save a few things we will still need while we are still here. Tom took 700 lbs. of stuff to the dump today. And 300 lbs.-or more- to the pawn shop which consisted of our outdoor grill, lawn mower, weed whacker, hedge trimmer, compound saw, tools, mason tools, numerous drill bits, and on and on…Stuff that was left over from the yard sale. Stuff that we had for the twenty years that we lived in this house. That isn’t even counting the stuff he took to The Salvation Army and the 700 lbs. he took to the dump over a month ago. We got rid of everything in the attic, shed and garage and a lot of things from the house. We just kept a few tools and some Christmas decorations that have meaning to us. We still have so much more that we are letting go.
What else could go wrong? Well, Tom wrenched his elbow and arm loading the stuff onto the truck for the dump. He was trying to catch something that was falling, with his arm turned the way that it isn’t suppose to turn. Now, he is in constant pain. We’ve been icing it all day and hopefully it will be better tomorrow. If not…Geesh! There is not time for pain. We got to keep moving on. We have to get ready for him to fly back home, etc.
The best laid schemes of mice and men
Go often askew,
And leave us nothing but grief and pain,
For promised joy!
Update: Obituary-Tom’s dad.