Instead of heading to see Abby for Easter as we planned, Abby came to us. And she’s been commuting between school and home for the past two weekends. I’m still trying to wrap my head around how quickly things can change.
The day after my last post, my father-in-law had a bad fall from a ladder and the world pretty much stopped. I don’t want to go into too much detail because it’s not my story to tell, but basically, he was LifeFlighted to a Portland hospital; the family immediately gathered, Abby coming home on a night train. We knew he had a skull fracture and a brain injury. We did not know what would happen next.
He never woke up, but he gave us all time to come and say goodbye. He passed away four days later, on the eve of Easter. We held his funeral this past weekend. I took Thursday and Friday off from work and went to get Abby. Her boyfriend’s mother took her back Sunday. We’ve had such an outpouring of love and support that it’s been overwhelming. People keep asking what they can do, but the fact is there isn’t anything they CAN do except continue to give us hugs. (Words are overrated because there’s nothing to say.)
I don’t know, you guys. I’ve been so out of sorts all spring and feeling kind of … just over everything. But these events have given me a different perspective. I can get out of bed and it turns out that’s most of the battle.