What an emotionally wild week! I feel that with the distance from my family, I have become more empathetic with them as well. My mom left for a couple of weeks to visit her family in Florida, leaving dad alone at the house. He wasn't there very long before receiving news about the failing health of our Aunt Louise. As the noble man he is, he stayed by her bedside throughout the days and eventually assisted in the very tough decision to cease her life support. All on an Easter weekend. My poor grandmother. Louise is one of her main companions apart from the caretakers constantly in her home.
On my mom's end of the story, she and Aunt Pam drove to the wrong airport on Saturday. The correct adjacent airport wasn't far away but they got stuck in traffic and the airport had closed by the time they reached it. On Easter Sunday mom ran 30 gates to reach her flight to Charlotte in time. I've been in a state of reflection, remorse, anxiousness, wanting, and homesick. Work is definitely a place where I can keep busy and leave issues at the gates. I learn new plants, pet cute doggies, laugh at silly Ferrell cats, and talk with some wonderfully nice people for the most of each day.
Holidays are very weird to me, especially when you think about their origins or how we try to make two things connect into the same day. Santa and baby Jesus. Easter bunny and the resurrection of Christ. Giving thanks to remember a brief moment in long stretch of time when the pilgrims and native Americans communed with one another. But if we didn't have these occasional holidays as reminders to bring families together and inspire goodwill then where would we be? It is nice to have them.
Next up: Cinco de Mayo!
