My father’s mother, whom I call “Nanny,” is dying. She was diagnosed with a very aggressive form of leukemia, and has in-home hospice care. It’s always hard being this far from my family when bad things happen, but at the same time, I am just a video call away when they need anything. Of course it’s not equivalent and never will be, but at least we can see each other’s faces.
I realized as I was driving home from Alexandria tonight (dinner and a movie with Dan) that Lindsay and I are in a unique position to help our dad, aunts, and uncle. They’ve never lost their mother before, but we have. If they need to talk to someone, we are both, unfortunately, excellent choices.
Because there’s just so much you don’t know until you know, you know?
I ask that you join me in blessing her passing without pain, and if you have an extra moment, good thoughts for my family, as well.
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