It's been an eventful few months, to say the least.
- Papa: Papa passed a couple of weeks ago. The family
has been reeling. It's one thing to know in your head that that one's
time is short; but I find that knowledge doesn't really prepare one for
the actual event. He passed with his family all around him, telling him
it was okay to go.
- Yaya: My heart breaks for her. Papa's now actually
gone, not just apart. 51 years together. And here she is at 80, confronted
by the loss of friends all around her (many are moving to care facilities
or out of state to be closer to family for care) and by having to learn
all sorts of things for herself that Papa always took care of — this,
coupled with her physical condition, is why staying in the house isn't a
good option. She knows this, but is reluctant to move out and move on. At
least now, once the dust settles from Papa's passing, she'll get a firm
sense of what she'll be able to afford — Papa's care prevented
any sort of accuracy in forecasting.
- Me: Six months ago we moved in with Yaya to prevent
her from being alone over the winter (it wasn't the original plan). After
a short contract with a company on the east coast, I've landed with a
company in the south and will be moving my family down there in the short
term.
- Laurel: Her brain aneurysm was corrected in February,
and is fully recovered from surgery. Last month, she completed her
masters program, and now has an MSML — a Master of Science in Management
and Leadership. I couldn't be more proud. She's excited about the move --
she has her father's way of being excited about new opportunities and new
things to do, and takes the bumps along the way in stride.
- Kiddo: Has powered through her freshman year of
middle school and the end is in sight. She's excited about the move too.
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