So my hubby’s Dad has been in the hospital for almost a week now. We went to visit him there on Saturday and luckily he seem to be in good spirits. He still has a great sense of humor during his moments of lucidity. I’m not sure what to think here. Something really does feel different this time. We stopped to visit with my mother-in-law before going over to the hospital and she started to cry. Hubby and I have been together for seven years and I have never seen her cry. It really broke my heart. I could sense her fear. She and hubby’s Dad have been together for 48 years. 48 years! My gosh, I’ve been married for almost 5 years and it already seems like a lifetime.
So we trekked on over to the hospital and while there visiting a certain sister-in-law called and asked hubby if he could come stay with their Dad the following morning for what was supposed to be only a few hours. Although there is a capable staff of nurses on duty, its been decided that someone from the family should be there at all times. Hubby also was asked to stay overnight last night at the hospital which he did. His boss has been very understanding and allowed him to take the day off today. Hubby got up yesterday early and was at the hospital at 6am to relieve another sister of her post the night before. He was assured that someone would be there to relieve him at 10am. At 1pm he called to say that he was still there. He was annoyed but felt guilty at the same time. My only suggestion to him was to really be firm with his family in the help that they need so that all parties are satisfied and there are no misunderstandings. Hubby works full time. No one else does. I felt bad for him on so many levels.
Saturday night we met with our closest friends for dinner. During dinner they let us know of their plans to move out of state within the next year. It hit me at that moment that our closest best friends are leaving. They are more than friends. They have been my surrogate family since moving here. I didn’t realize how dependent I’ve become on their friendship until they announced they were leaving. While I want to support them on their decision of moving, I’m feeling kind of lost thinking about what life will be like without them. If hubby and I do have a child, I was going to ask them to be the Godparents. My eyes filled with tears when they discussed their decision and I quickly blinked those away as we were out celebrating what was supposed to be a happy occasion.
Its so much harder as you get older, I find, to make new friends. I’m very grateful to those I’ve met through blogging. Its been a very strange couple of years friend-wise though. It seems that my closest acquaintences are moving or have moved. I remember thinking when I turned 40 that I really had to take a good look at my life and reevaluate my goals going forward into middle age. Many of my friends are going through that right now, too. Another girlfriend of mine up and moved out of the country when her son was old enough for college. I will occasionally get an email from her with a picture attached displaying her smiling infront of a various temple or garden in a foreign locale. I’m happy for her. I miss her like hell, but I am happy for her. I will be happy eventually for my other friends that will move during this coming year. I’m not there yet –for selfish reasons of course. There will be happy reunions, that I am sure of. However, there will be no more inpromptu barbecues on a Saturday night or requests from them for squash casserole at Easter dinner. Visits will require air travel. I can already feel the hole their departure will leave in my life and I’m not liking it. Not one bit. In time I’m sure that hole will fill up with other things.
I’m feeling kind of bitchy today. I worry about my husband holding up now that his Dad is so ill. He called early this morning to let me know he was on his way home. When I asked how his Dad was doing, he said that he was up all night coughing. There is talk of placing him in a nursing home which pretty much means that this is the beginning of the end. Last Friday I got an email from a client just complaining up and down about everything which was really unnecessary, not to mention unfounded. I didn’t bother to respond. Today I received another email from the person who has now turned the bitch-o-meter up to 10. I politely responded back that if she didn’t have a question for me or if she needed help with something then I’d be happy to help her. Otherwise do not bother to write. She hasn’t written back. I’ve done a lot for this person to try to help. I’ve gone above and beyond what we normally do for clients. I am not the complaint department. If we had one, I’d give her the contact info. It would most likely be comprised of a lost call purgatory where one is put on hold while listening to ‘The Girl From Ipanema’ indefinitely. If only!