The best laid plans, part 97
Mar. 10th, 2009 10:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lady_schrapnellSo, I was going to write a post today, titled 'My First Three Deaths', as it was on this day 43 years ago that my father died, and also this day 38 years ago that my (maternal) grandfather died. And I was going to talk about the first of those deaths, when I was on another continent from my parents, and not brought home for the funeral. And the second, when I came downstairs in the middle of the night and found my mother crying and packing and asked if she was running away from home. The third death was my grandmother's, a bit over a year after my grandfather, in her own bed, and I was called in from playing outside to see her and say goodbye when she'd just died.
And it would have been elegiac and beautifully written and thoughtful.... .
Instead, I got a call this afternoon from the hospital (GOOD nurse - her first statement was 'No need to panic' and only second 'Your mother had a bit of a collapse today and was brought in here'), and spent the rest of the day in the hospital and back and forth collecting medicines and ringing people and bringing fruit and trying - in vain - to figure out how to collect her car from the petrol station where she collapsed. Beautifully timed it was, too, as the ambulance for the one hospital she likes and would choose to go to just happened to have called into the petrol station to get some coffee. They got coffee AND a patient - how efficient!
As Younger Daughter, Becca and I were driving into Dun Laoghaire this afternoon to go see her, I told them about my dad and grandfather's having died this day. Y.D. said "Oh, nooo." Then looking up towards the roof of the car she added "Hello to you. I hope you're enjoying Heaven. I hope you don't get Granny there though", which summed it up rather nicely, I think.
My mother was extremely perky by tonight, and very glad to be in there, though she had protested a bit when they said it would probably be a good idea to keep her overnight for some tests in the morning. Also proud of herself for having managed to reply by text to Y.D.'s message telling her who St. Lucy was. St. Lucy does sound odd, doesn't it? But think St. Lucia and - no, even after the day that was in it, I should not allow myself finish that off 'and you'll see the light'!
And it would have been elegiac and beautifully written and thoughtful.... .
Instead, I got a call this afternoon from the hospital (GOOD nurse - her first statement was 'No need to panic' and only second 'Your mother had a bit of a collapse today and was brought in here'), and spent the rest of the day in the hospital and back and forth collecting medicines and ringing people and bringing fruit and trying - in vain - to figure out how to collect her car from the petrol station where she collapsed. Beautifully timed it was, too, as the ambulance for the one hospital she likes and would choose to go to just happened to have called into the petrol station to get some coffee. They got coffee AND a patient - how efficient!
As Younger Daughter, Becca and I were driving into Dun Laoghaire this afternoon to go see her, I told them about my dad and grandfather's having died this day. Y.D. said "Oh, nooo." Then looking up towards the roof of the car she added "Hello to you. I hope you're enjoying Heaven. I hope you don't get Granny there though", which summed it up rather nicely, I think.
My mother was extremely perky by tonight, and very glad to be in there, though she had protested a bit when they said it would probably be a good idea to keep her overnight for some tests in the morning. Also proud of herself for having managed to reply by text to Y.D.'s message telling her who St. Lucy was. St. Lucy does sound odd, doesn't it? But think St. Lucia and - no, even after the day that was in it, I should not allow myself finish that off 'and you'll see the light'!
