We made it safely back to Mississippi this afternoon after a whirlwind trip between Christmas and New Year's Day. Sis took off for San Antonio to have late Christmas with her kids, grandkids, and great grandbaby. My Sister by Another Mother and I held down Fort Rio and took care of the parents. It was tag team at its finest. After all this time, my biological sibling Sis can manage Dad, Mom, Tinka, Rio, cooking, laundry, and the household chores for up to 4 days--if she has to. Fortunately, that has not happened except during a couple of ice storms. I suppose most of us could do what we had to when it was a matter of life and quality of life for those we love, though I think some of us would even do it for strangers if circumstances thrust themselves upon us. You know, like an ice storm or some other catastrophe.
I sat in Dad's room every night and watched old movies with him, just being there in the chair so if he woke up from a nap doze, he could see me or talk to me. Sis does that with him every night and I wanted to keep the routine as routine as possible. He does not like to be alone, nor not be able to see us or hear us.
It was a hard week in so many ways, but it was also one of those times that you appreciate and honor, and for which you are thankful. It is part of the cycle of life, and when you can embrace it, even in the hardness, even in the painfulness of impending unknowns and potential loss, it offers joy if we can have the heart to see it.