This was a tough year. Not just for our family but for so many around us. Mom's passing. Dad's illness. DS2's battle with depression and anxiety. Having to put down our fur baby cat after 12 years was so hard. We lost four young lives in our community from suicide. A young coworker was diagnosed with a rare form of lymphoma. Our local hockey world was rocked with the Humboldt Bus Crash. I keep these people in my mind each day and recognize that others are struggling too.
I learned a lot about palliative care this year with mom's time in the hospital until her passing, and dad's multiple visits. My world changed to a rhythm of work, hospital, home to bed. Or if dad is at home, work, dad's (and stay the night) or home to bed. There wasn't a ton of me time, or any mental energy for it when there was. I learned that there wasn't much I wouldn't do for mom or dad if they needed it. Groceries. Taking care of the home. Bathing mom. Running for absolutely anything they need. I learned which family members I can rely on, and which I cannot.
I learned that grief is ongoing, and hits me at the most random times. It is ever present.
I am struggling to find the positives for the year, but I know they are there, floating in a sea of sadness and exhaustion.
There were many positives during mom's care as she shared stories with me during our multitude of hours together. Stories of her youth that she hadn't yet shared with me. Watching her joy when she had an appetite and ate voraciously things I cooked or brought up to her at the hospital. Her pleasure at visits from the most random people who stopped by to visit her. We brought her home twice in the spring so she could be in her house with dad and her dog, surrounded by family. Those moments were a LOT of work and arranging and brought her untold happiness.
I have gotten to know dad a lot better. He was always closer to sister 2 (and that is ok). I am fortunate enough to share time with him and hear his stories. His mind, always working, always planning for the future. He was never one to show a ton of love or sadness and I see it in him now in spades. Perhaps I just am looking with different eyes now.
I have gotten to know sister 2 better as we switch off for care and have a common belief in dad's care and how things need to go after he is gone. She has sacrificed much.
Two new babies were born into the family this year. One before mom passed, but was too sick to hold, and one at the start of fall. I am sad that my mom (and probably dad) won't be there at my sons' weddings, nor will they get a chance to know any grandchildren that come their way.
I got to see my son's last year of College hockey. A visit down in March for Senior weekend to spend time with our hockey family and see the amazing city he called home. I got to witness his championship game, winning the National Title for a team of underdogs. I have never seen that many people so genuinely happy for a group of young men. He graduated from college and is now living in Europe with his girlfriend, playing the game he loves.
I got to see DS2 start to (slowly) work through his mental health issues. He has ups and downs. A LOT of downs. He has his first girlfriend now. That is taking some getting used to for me. It is good to see him smile now.
I end, appreciating the little moments far more than I ever realized. A rare weekend morning to sleep in instead of care giving. A Facetime with my son. A meal prepared for my dad.
I hope 2019 isn't as heartbreaking as 2018 was, but I hope that I continue to appreciate all the little moments, and I start to get back to experiencing life again.
Tuesday, Nice weekend!
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