Whew -- and I do mean Whew....
Friday - yesterday, June 8, I drove katie to witness the passing state of her dad, Charlie Schwerin. Along the way, we stop for my very first accunpuncture appointment ever.
Full plates are being served.
After this and arriving at 18 Hillside and dealing with that family and what is happening there -- do let me say that all seemed rather relaxed with his Atavan'd state of being -- gently sitting in bed with hands folded on his head - Dave Brubeck playing in the background -- I leave to go to dinner with my sister Charlotte.
Within a few moments of arrival on Carlisle Road, I get the bomb dropped. She is having one of her lungs removed next week - cancer. Okay. I had an idea that something was up with the trips to Emerson Hospital and whatever this all was leading to - with her husband getting the news for the first time just a little while ago also. I guess he and her children are flattened by this. Well, me too.
Next Thursday, her youngest grandson, Lori's boy, Mason, gets operated on too for some unkown growth on his chin.
It just keeps getting better.
Uh huh.
Today is graduation for the Waldorf 8th grade class of Katie's. I have been asked to be there at 3. I drove back to Gilsum last night alone in K & Bill's Subaru. Alone. Spinning in my own centrifugal chamber, spiral thought and holding the steering wheel - windows down for some cold air to keep me awake and refreshed.
I am here this morning alone. Writing some letters, getting rid of some baggage.
It is raining.
Friday - yesterday, June 8, I drove katie to witness the passing state of her dad, Charlie Schwerin. Along the way, we stop for my very first accunpuncture appointment ever.
Full plates are being served.
After this and arriving at 18 Hillside and dealing with that family and what is happening there -- do let me say that all seemed rather relaxed with his Atavan'd state of being -- gently sitting in bed with hands folded on his head - Dave Brubeck playing in the background -- I leave to go to dinner with my sister Charlotte.
Within a few moments of arrival on Carlisle Road, I get the bomb dropped. She is having one of her lungs removed next week - cancer. Okay. I had an idea that something was up with the trips to Emerson Hospital and whatever this all was leading to - with her husband getting the news for the first time just a little while ago also. I guess he and her children are flattened by this. Well, me too.
Next Thursday, her youngest grandson, Lori's boy, Mason, gets operated on too for some unkown growth on his chin.
It just keeps getting better.
Uh huh.
Today is graduation for the Waldorf 8th grade class of Katie's. I have been asked to be there at 3. I drove back to Gilsum last night alone in K & Bill's Subaru. Alone. Spinning in my own centrifugal chamber, spiral thought and holding the steering wheel - windows down for some cold air to keep me awake and refreshed.
I am here this morning alone. Writing some letters, getting rid of some baggage.
It is raining.
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