Craig asked me this morning how I was. I responded that I felt a bit strange about it all and then proceeded to share with him a verbal tour of our home so he would understand. In the basement, his burial shroud was in the washing machine. On the next level up are the bags of adult diapers and protective gloves etc. that Hospice delivered to us on Friday. On the next level was the preparations for his son’s Baha’i wedding that happened at our home today (we’ll share more on that in another posting). Upstairs are the tools that I’m gathering to help me with the grieving process and all the final items and preparation efforts for his funeral. And, on the desk, the bills waiting to be paid. So many layers of experiences and emotions tied up in all these. Tears, fun, joy, sorrow, resistance, anger, exhaustion.
Bedtime,
Susanne
1 comment:
Hello my friend,
I learned about your illness last night from Maheen Tashakor at Louhelen. I have always admired your strength and faith and I know they will carry you through this journey...I pray for you and your beautiful family..
Farshid Ahmady
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