Just a quick post to mention a little something. Blaine's father passed away on Wednesday and we are hosting the post funeral dinner at our house on Saturday.
I feel a little helpless at comforting those who mourn, I mean what can one do when a loved one is gone? Everything seems so trivial. I've realized that the way I show love is through service (even when I stress out about it). So, I am cleaning this house top to bottom. I want it to shine for our company. I know it doesn't really mean anything, that Mr. O doesn't care about such things, but what can one do? I wish I could stretch my soul to be better at small kindnesses, but the truth is if I'm not snappish I'm not giving it my all. I think it is safe to say that today is filled with every last part of me.
I just wish I could sparkle up every last corner and do it with the charm and grace of Mary Poppins. That would be the cherry on top.
A note here about hospice nurses, which our neighbor happens to be (and who (whom?) I cannot recommend enough for anyone in similar circumstances). I called her when things were looking bleak and final. She came right away and helped ease Blaine's father into the next life with all the tenderness and caring a person could give. She stayed with us, explaining the transition his spirit was going through (it is just as much a struggle to die as it is to be born), listening and celebrating his life with us. Thank heavens for people with big hearts and a tender touch.
