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Must Fall Down
So I feel kind of terrible right now. My Step-Grandmother died last weekend. We weren't that close since she moved from MN to ND (and later to SD) nearly 15 years ago and my Grandfather died probably ten years before that, but she was still part of the family and we all agree that Grampa lived and lived happily at least an extra ten years because of her (and her hobby farm but let's not get into semantics).
So back to feeling terrible. It's not because she's dead so much as because after spending a week devoted to any number of details for the funeral which takes place in Aberdeen SD tomorrow (apparently I'm the go to Obit and program writer in the family, lol) and having planned on driving 5 hours with my 75 year old mother to SD today, I went and tripped over my own stupid feet just a hour before we were supposed to leave and twisted my ankle so badly that making it to the funeral was no longer an option. It's not broken but it's swollen, stiff and painful and I have the crutches on standby. But I've had weak ankles all my life and through my twenties I probably didn't get through a week without rolling my ankle, so I can deal with it.
But here's the part that I feel terrible about. My mother went BY HERSELF. She used to make the trip regularly, but that was nearly ten years ago. This last Monday she didn't think she could do it but suddenly this morning she was absolutely sure she could and there was no talking her out of it. I could have lied and gotten her to instead stay home and take care of me because that was her one concern in leaving, but it honestly didn't occur to me to exaggerate. I can't imagine even walking into the lobby of our hotel, but I can hobble between rooms at home.
She promised to take it easy and take breaks as needed and she'll probably be fine though the rest of my family is going to kill me when they find out. She's been on the road about two hours now and I want to call and check up on her but at the same time I'm afraid if I call her cell I'll run her off the road when she answers!
Update:
Well she made it. She sounds exhausted but was headed out to meet with the other side of Betty's (step-grandma) family. So I'll try to not worry about her until Sunday when she's supposed to drive home. On my end, those crutches are no longer on standby, but are what got me to the kitchen and back. I think I'll skip dinner. It's not worth the effort.
So back to feeling terrible. It's not because she's dead so much as because after spending a week devoted to any number of details for the funeral which takes place in Aberdeen SD tomorrow (apparently I'm the go to Obit and program writer in the family, lol) and having planned on driving 5 hours with my 75 year old mother to SD today, I went and tripped over my own stupid feet just a hour before we were supposed to leave and twisted my ankle so badly that making it to the funeral was no longer an option. It's not broken but it's swollen, stiff and painful and I have the crutches on standby. But I've had weak ankles all my life and through my twenties I probably didn't get through a week without rolling my ankle, so I can deal with it.
But here's the part that I feel terrible about. My mother went BY HERSELF. She used to make the trip regularly, but that was nearly ten years ago. This last Monday she didn't think she could do it but suddenly this morning she was absolutely sure she could and there was no talking her out of it. I could have lied and gotten her to instead stay home and take care of me because that was her one concern in leaving, but it honestly didn't occur to me to exaggerate. I can't imagine even walking into the lobby of our hotel, but I can hobble between rooms at home.
She promised to take it easy and take breaks as needed and she'll probably be fine though the rest of my family is going to kill me when they find out. She's been on the road about two hours now and I want to call and check up on her but at the same time I'm afraid if I call her cell I'll run her off the road when she answers!
Update:
Well she made it. She sounds exhausted but was headed out to meet with the other side of Betty's (step-grandma) family. So I'll try to not worry about her until Sunday when she's supposed to drive home. On my end, those crutches are no longer on standby, but are what got me to the kitchen and back. I think I'll skip dinner. It's not worth the effort.
