Today would have been my father's 70th birthday. We had dinner at my aunt's house with her and her daughter, ate his favorite cake, and played cards. It was perfect, he would have loved it. Man, I miss him. We joked about some of his favorite Saturday Night Live skits, and it reminded me of the good times I had with him.
My great-aunt is not doing well. She is in the hospital still, and they are starting to believe she won't be released. I am planning to go see her this week, just in case... man it is hard to say that, "just in case," but I know if I don't, I will regret it if "case" occurs. At this point she has not been told about my uncle, and I am hoping someone will tell her. I would hate to think she had no idea. It isn't up to me, though.
My Gramma is suffering more and more from Alzheimer's, so my family is trying to get me to talk to her. I'm not ready yet.
Mom spent half of yesterday at her brother's house, trying to sort through everything he had hoarded. She is stressed, and sad, which I cannot fault her, but she is taking it out on me, and that is unfair. I am feeling it also, but I just keep taking it from her, and I can't bring myself to be ugly to her.
Aside from all the sadness, life has been pretty good. I am loving my new house, and loving being near friends. The kids had their best friends over on Friday, which was awesome, and I had friends over last night for drinks and board games.
There is still much to do, but I am doing bit by bit, and enjoying it.
Hopefully we will get through the stress and mourning, and things will start looking up. Lord knows, we need it.
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