In January I made a trip home. To see my new grandbaby. To exchange Christmas gifts with my brothers and sisters and their families. To celebrate my Mom's 80th birthday. To see my Dad.
When I got back everyone asked the same question: How was your trip?
And I didn't have an answer. I didn't have a blog post. The absolute wonder and joy of holding the firtstborn baby of my firstborn baby. The absolute unfairness and sadness of Alzheimer's disease. Helping to change diapers-on men 4 generations apart. How do you process that?
Since I have been home, Levi learned to smile, my Dad forgot how to, and my brothers and sisters and I have talked and exchanged more text messages than we care to recount.
Today Stasi posted a picture of Levi sleeping peacefully. Today my brother left a voicemail that my Dad died peacefully. How do you process that?
Today I booked another trip home.
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Praying for you all this weekend.
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