Friday, 20 February 2009

  • Friday the 13th

    I haven't written in awhile, and the sleep diary thing is just out the window, I guess.  Last Friday, Feb 13, 2009, my father-in-law passed away at home.  It was quick and unexpected, but he lived long enough to say goodbye to his wife.  He suffered a massive heart attack.  We were there within 15 minutes, and Del got to hold his hand and say goodbye to him, although he was already gone by then.  It's been the craziest week.  Friday night was spent dealing with the deputy, the ME, visitors, family, etc.  Saturday, more visitors, more family came in, had to make arrangements at the funeral home.  Sunday was the viewing, more family came in and more visitors.  Monday was the funeral at Ochelata Baptist Church, then left to follow his body to Eldorado for graveside services on Tuesday.  Then took Carolyn to Witchita Falls to be with Arlene & Bill, and we drove home.  Made it home about 11pm Tuesday night.  Wednesday (yesterday) we went to Carolyn's and cleaned all the food out of her fridge, did some laundry, washed dishes, vaccuumed, got potted plants from church and brought to her house.  And tonight I'm working, Del is doing a double tomorrow, I'm working tomorrow night, we're both off Saturday for the Robin Williams show at Brady Theater, then Del is pulling another double on Sunday.  It's going to be awhile before we have any breathing room.  Carolyn will be home Saturday from Arlene's.  I think I'll go stay with her at nights when Del is working, so she doesn't have to be alone yet.  Mornings are her hardest times, because that's when her and Marvin really spent quality time together. 

    I never thought I'd ever say this, but I already miss Marvin tickling my ear with his finger everytime he walked by me.  I'll miss hearing him and Carolyn call each other "asshole" (all in fun, of course).  I hate that Arianna won't remember him--he loved her sooo much, and she just loved crawling on him.  She would crawl up on the couch when he was watching TV and she would get on the back of the couch and rub his head, just rub while they watched TV together.  If he was sleeping, she'd crawl on his lap and push on his eyelids with her fingers, saying "eye, eye, eye,"  until he opened them. 

    All weekend I kept expecting to walk in and see him sitting in his spot on the couch with the TV blaring, or standing over the stove warming his hands.  Okay, I gotta stop now, before I boo-hoo again.

     

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