Morning Eileen and fellow Slicers,
I am up and the home is humming. Windows are open and my sad planters, filled with dead remnants of this crazy July heat wave are gone way too soon. I do have some survivors and they are now soaked with life and trimmed down.
And so begins the next chapter of my life without the early morning calls to my mom, actually the calls home continue but now when my dad answers the phone it’s quiet in his house and he isn’t passing to phone away to my mom. He won’t be doing that ever again.
It’s been strange. It was a whirlwind of two weeks from the time my mom took her last fall, was raced to the hospital, went through an operation on her hip and spent the next week fading away from us. One week of visits to the new hospital near Middletown, sitting and watching her decline, my dad helpless.
And the whirlwind continued through the funeral, the Shiva period, the race to arrange the trip to Israel for Maya’s wedding,, pack and get on a plane just two weeks after the decline had officially begun. It was fast and I was strangely unemotional, just trying to keep it all straight, just the little things, like worrying about packing time, even though when it came time to fill the suitcases, I had no problem.
And the week in Israel with our whole family and the events leading up the wedding, time with Israeli friends and family from Tuvia’s side and of course the wedding event and it all felt… strange, for lack of a better word. I watched my dad feeling torn between joy and deep sadness. He was treated with great respect but it was hard for him to take it all in, digest it because someone was missing.
And now I’m home without work this week. Just time to be back with Tuvia and settle into life without my mom.
It’s the little, life things that hit you the hardest.