A lot has happened...my great aunt Louise was admitted to the hospital the day after Thanksgiving, and through ups and downs, the decision was finally made to take her breathing tube out on December 2nd, then the decision was made to take her home (even though she wasn't responding), and she held on until this past Thursday morning. Even going to the funeral home Saturday night and seeing her lying there, it's still not real to me yet. I still haven't really broke down yet, I can still hear her voice in my head, and I still imagine her coming to the door to hug me when I go over to her house...I just can't wrap my mind around all this. There's so much that I wanted to do with her, so much I wanted to talk to her about...and now I don't have that chance.
Now we've got 4 inches of snow on the ground, and the funeral is at noon today. I have to work, and I'm supposed to be attending the funeral, and I don't know how I'm going to get out of the house to do either. Tuesday night, I'm supposed to be spending the evening with some friends to celebrate my birthday. Wednesday, I'm supposed to be...well, I won't go into that. Let's just say it'll be a very happy birthday. Thursday is Garth Brooks. And yet this snow & ice crap is supposed to linger. I'm not gonna let it ruin my birthday after the kind of birthday I had last year...not gonna sit home and be miserable two years in a row.
On another note, you don't really realize the level of how much you care for someone until they're potentially put in harm's way. I experienced that tonight, but now I can rest comfortably knowing that they're safe. :)
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