We are holding/waiting. Grace is near the California (north) fires and has the trucks and goat trailers ready in case they have to run. The cell tower giving her internet--burned to the ground she says. So "radio silence". Those who wait have the hardest Time.
Our son is perhaps experiencing smoke but is far enough from THESE fires but with the winds--any place in California could explode into flames. He told us things are so very dry. It never rains.
Here in Maine (and New England), cold and wet. Rained hard overnight and more is coming. I think we'll miss out on the snow. Climate change is denied but........
The neighbor walked over with her son (day trip from Boston) and she is looking and feeling so much better. But fragile and missing her dog, Lizzie, who passed peacefully on Thursday.
A friend called--- her 96 year old father passed on Thursday also. We spent so much time together when our families were young (and we were young!!) so Pappy was sort of a second father to all of us. We had time for a long chat today. She had walked out of the room for a moment with her sister who was also a caregiver at the end--which is when her father passed. I told her this is the way her dad wanted it.
It's just that kind of Time for me. Sadness, memories, worry, waiting. I am making chicken soup for G. It comforts him. Warms him.
3 comments:
Sending a hug and wishing you peace.
Sending comfort. A hypothetical cup of something good.
Big hug for both of you.
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