Update on Mom, and Thanks

It's been one of the most exhausting three weeks of my life.

I feel like there's this confraternity that I'm being inducted into: the brotherhood of grief.

It's a long, slow business, and I'm not sure how best to write about it yet.  It'll come, but right now, this is an undistilled emotion that just cycles through.

My Mom and Her Brother Sailing in the Caribbean All I want to say today is that mom is home.  She's resting a lot.  We're trying to learn the rhythms of medication and exercise that will keep her home and out of the hospital.  We're trying to learn what she is right now, and trying not to forget what she was, and trying to understand what it means to be "the same person you always were" when the body betrays you, and the spirit begins to think about moving on.

Those of you who pray have been kind enough to ask to be kept up to date.  I'll continue to update on her condition through twitter.  (I never, ever, ever thought I'd write those words). 

Anyway, thanks to all of you who've written about mom.  Some of my students sent her a card, and she teared up a little at that.  The gestures right now, however small, are huge.  Thank you all.

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[Shirley]

Your family is in my thoughts every day.