I’m back. It could be better.
February 9, 2007
So the meetings went ok despite my near-paranoic fussin. We got back yesterday, actually. Or rather, at about 1am this MORNING. *sigh* That’s right. Instead of getting a good night’s sleep on Thursday and leaving Friday morning, we left after lunch on Thursday and kept on truckin’ until past the wee hours of the morn. What else sort of sense would have worked better?
And I got the news that my grandmother back in the old country isn’t doing well at all. Nothing’s wrong with her, exactly, other than being 93, so, you know. PaDucky’s gonna have to go back to see her and PadresDuckies want to know if I’m going too. He’s going to be gone for two weeks, starting the end of this month. This is what an e-fund’s for, so that’s really not such a worry, [though the airfare alone will start at $700!] but trying to figure out how to fit this trip into March so that I’m not stuck there for two weeks will be interesting, to say the least.
And I’ve still not come to grips with the fact that I’m going back to say goodbye. I don’t want to. I want to see her as I remember her now, healthy and lively and wise. There’s a piece of me that keeps hoping that she’ll understand that we’re coming to see her, and miraculously get better. But most of me is terrified that I’ll just get there in time for her to have gone and ….. say goodbye.
What really gets me is that I can now pretty painlessly afford send MaDucky to see grandma (her MIL), but her health won’t permit it. Figures. I finally get the point where I can afford to foot an emergency trip that’s really important to her, but she can’t go.
