December 27, 2009

Death by Banana

I was talking to my girlfriend today about the Mom who is dying. They have been best friends for 45 years.

I cannot imagine losing my best friend. Do people even recognize something as horrible as that? Do we as a society make sure everyone who loved that person is entitled to the deep mourning and grief? Because I'm recognizing it for my friend. I'm worried for her... losing her best girlfriend.

I think for the first time I was happy that I know so much about Hospice and dying and the process and what to expect. Usually it's information I just have tucked away, being around so many people dying through the years. But this time, the information has been useful and it's made me think more about my volunteering at Hospice after my kids leave home.

We think that the Mom is essentially bleeding to death. She has internal bleeding and she is slowly just... bleeding to death. And as long as they keep her out of pain and she does not suffer, then it is what it is.

I'm not going to blog on it anymore, unless there is a finality. This is my catharsis and I put it out here last night as I couldn't get it out of my head. There is no use dwelling on it here... as I'm dwelling on it enough here in my real world.

So it's done.

On a lighter note, Morrigan got my boys a game called Bananagrams. Each person creates their own crossword puzzle.

I LOVE IT!

The boys... don't love it like I do. I had to beg them and TGOO to play with me over and over.

I have decided that this will be a great game for Morrigan, TN and me to play.

TGOO said if we play it, to give him a heads up so he can hide all the knives in the house.

It can get a little tense when TN, Mo and I play Scrabble. TN always accuses us of cheating. You make a COUPLE little mistakes once... like keeping a tile flipped over and using it as a blank (it REALLY was an accident)... and he holds it over your head forever.

So... next visit home, this will be the new game to play... and TGOO will lock up the knives.

Posted by Boudicca at December 27, 2009 10:08 PM
Comments

Well I'm glad you like it! Looking forward to July. ;-)

Posted by: Morrigan at December 27, 2009 11:13 PM

We have to establish some word groundrules. We found out that Ringo had won his 'hand' and he played the word 'wuss'. Dad and I balked. The directions said simply 'in any dictionary'. His cell phone dictionary had 'wuss'. If we don't set groundrules, TN will go ape crap and it will get ugly on what is legal and what is not.

Also, you had to see the end of the game. Dad was just trying to get rid of vowels. He had I's and A's all over... so he just started adding them to previously created words. Like if he had the word "At", he added ipi. I said, "What is an Atipi?" and he said, "A pointy little house that Indians lived in. Atipi." You have to watch when you play with Dad. He cheats.

Posted by: Bou at December 27, 2009 11:20 PM

haha-we have to get Dad playing with Scott. Scott is going to have a cow playing that game.

Posted by: Morrigan at December 28, 2009 09:54 AM

2 years ago in January my husband lost one of his best friends. They knew each other from elementary school and were in each others weddings, Hubby is his daughters godfather.

The first year it was hard on him, especially facing the fact that they were the same age.

He died suddenly from a blood clot, something that really could happen to anyone.

It kind of stunned me also, knowing someone my age that just upped and died. Puts your own mortality in perspective.

Posted by: Quality Weenie at December 28, 2009 09:55 AM

Hmm...

Posted by: Toluca Nole at December 28, 2009 04:49 PM

Ask Val how come her husband won't play Monopoly with us anymore.

Posted by: Sticks at December 28, 2009 10:11 PM