My sister and I arrived back in Florida on Tuesday. My Dad is still hanging on--we don't know how, though his best friend (who arrived on Monday night) said it was he was a "pain in the ass" who didn't want to "capitulate"--think Ed summed up Dad pretty well. He's stubborn and won't let go just yet. The hospice staff have been tremendous--what a service and blessing hospice is, we could not have gotten through this without them. Alix and I said our good-byes on Monday night, which was a surreal experience. A kiss on his forward and "I Love You" and we walked out. While I'm sad about the whole situation, I was ok with leaving as he's not the dad I know and we left him in good hands with several of his friends and our Aunt. While I hate to see him go, I don't want to see him like this--I hope he finds peace very soon.
I returned to Florida to learn that one of my favorite people, Dr. Burl Long, had passed away. While not a surprise, still a blow. It doesn't quite seem possible that I'll lose my father and Dr. Long at the same time. I keep thinking that there's a reason for everything and at some point I'll understand why this is all occuring. I was not at all in the holiday spirit until Ray Royce (WLI Class VII) reminded me that during this Christmas I should celebrate the wonderful gifts that I've received from both my Dad and Dr. Long--a great reminder of the season and what we learn from those people who have had an impact on our lives.
I'm finding my balance back in Florida. It was an intense week in Maine and it's good to be home at the ranch with my critters. It's given me some perspective and the ability to take some deep breaths and take in all that has happened.
I hope that you all have a wonderful holiday season--spending time with your loved ones and remembering all the incredible gifts that you've received from the special people in your life. Here's hoping for a better and brigher 2012!
Love,
Hannah