Still Here

It's strange how you just get yourself so busy you can almost forget everything else.

That's been what we're doing. 

I've been working, plus taking CE classes.  Pete is currently a house-husband until he gets a job, which will hopefully be soon.  Dad is working a lot, Hailey is very busy with school.  Eric is working both of his jobs.  We are putting in as many hours as we can.  In my case, there are limits, as we have lots of other people whose schedules revolve around mine, plus it depends on when people actually show up.

We are also eating dinner together, the 5 of us (really 6, because Robert comes a lot) at least a couple of times a week.  Dad has cleaned up some of the stuff in the house. 

We got the living room put back together the same day that Mom passed away, it was actually really nice to have that one little thing done.  The stamping classroom (AKA the gameroom that all of her stamping junk was thrown into) has been cleaned up, at least so that Dad doesn't have to look at it every single time he walks out of the bedroom.  The kitchen and living areas are clean.  Pete and I scrubbed our house as well.

We've gone to the TCU game last week, Pete's first "real" college football game.  No, HPU games don't count.  If you've ever gone to a Division 1 game, then to a Division 3 game, you understand.  Pete was SUPER excited.  Pete also went back to choir at church.  I can't, not yet.  I can't make it through the song service in the morning worship service without crying, much less stand in front of the church while we sing "Blessed Assurance".  Soon, hopefully.

We've also jumped back into working out about five times a week.  Great stress relief.  Next week we will go back to weight lifting as well, which should tire me out quite a bit.

Like I said, we are keeping ourselves very busy.

Every day is a little easier.  I've stopped expecting that morning phone call on my way to work.  Dad says he's just about stopped being shocked that Mom isn't on the couch in her normal spot.  But then, tonight I found her flip-flops under the coffee table.  Couldn't look at them, so I just threw them back under.

I'm concerned about Granny.  She hasn't been to church since all this started back in August, the first Sunday.  I don't think she missed this much church when she had her mastectomy.  If she doesn't go back tomorrow, I think I might say something, even just to invite her to go with me.  She says she isn't ready to handle all the questions yet.  I understand, but I think at this point it's time.

Our family really appreciates all the prayers.  While we are hurting, very deeply, we are also resting in the comfort that Mom is peaceful, and is no longer in pain.  We miss her deeply.  But we all know that this is part of the plan.  Now we are just trying to figure out where we fit in.