This blank white page leaves me wondering where to even start with this writing. Chronological usually works wall for me so I guess I will start back at Friday morning. Thursday night is a better place. My brother and I rode with my dad on a bus in a parade, he had a bad tooth ache and said he was exhausted but pushed through. Friday morning, he sends me a text while I am at work telling me that he has fainted three times and had a terrible tooth infection. My brother was off work, so I called him and asked him to go out to dad’s and see what was going on. He did and I checked on them once but didn’t hear much from them other than my dad’s occasional updates on what they were doing.
After work I found out that dad almost passed out in the dentist chair and they were able to keep him awake with oxygen and glucose packets. The dentist told him that he needed to eat and get some sleep. The tooth infection had kept him from doing both for a few days. Next they went to the grocery store to fill the prescription, my brother went inside to fill it and dad stayed in the car. When he got back to the car, dad was slumped over with his eyes rolled back. He wouldn’t wake up no matter how hard my brother tried. There was a moment when he thought he had died. Before my brother could call 911 or decide if he needed to start CPR, my dad came to. He fainted one more time when they got back to his house before he could start trying to eat something. He had 4 teeth pulled so eating wasn’t that simple.
By the time I got home to check in and see what was going on, my brother didn’t think he should be alone. We brought him back to the house once he could walk again and had him stay here to make sure he wouldn’t keep passing out. We didn’t really know what was wrong but he was out cold, now 5 times and we didn’t really know for how long. We made sure he ate as much as he could and slept as long as possible. So far he has been much better but it was quite the scare, we spent most of the weekend making sure that he was okay.
Somewhere just before that, my fear started creeping in and I was back to that spot in the cycle where I was terrified to be anywhere near her, afraid for both of us.
I’ve cried so much, nearly constantly, and it has never been about anything that I would expect. Fleeting time is on that list but grey hair isn’t. Grandma can barely talk anymore and that has been one of the hardest things to face alone. I am not really alone, my family has been putting forth maximum effort in every direction but that only leaves us worrying about each other as well.
The pain becomes so heavy and all I can do is reach for the greatest comfort in my life. I am so very lucky that it is always so well received. She probably wasn’t even that surprised when I used my classic line that left her asking. “Did you just say..” last time. Oh how parting is the most challenging The only way that I can get through it every time is by putting my complete trust and faith in that direction and believe the last few words with all of my heart.