Saturday, November 16, 2013

A Letter to my Men's Group

(11/16/13). Sorry to be so absent from our group these weeks. I miss stories about the World Series, the 48, Falling Upwards, Bill's cruise, church news, Bellingham politics, and everyone's head shaking laments about the fortunes and foibles of our often kooky religious world. Can't wait to get back into the grove of reading and thinking with you all. By the way, Happy Birthday, Tom.
 
If all goes according to plan, my 89 year old mother and I fly out Tuesday AM for Florida where she plans to die. Her health is so precarious that every day for the last 3 weeks I'm never sure if she's going to be alive when I get to her room (she's in assisted living at Spring Creek and hates it). Her heart isn't pumping as good as it used to. I facilitated her farewell to her 84 year old brother and sister in law in Anacortes (heart rending) and my kids (teary), sent her cat special delivery to Del Rey Beach, FL (the cat's travel expenses cost 8xs what my mom's ticket cost), I've sent boxes, consolidated her banking data, became an amateur pharmacist, could conduct my own medical office visit for patients with congestive heart failure, and am bracing myself for the dreaded day when I leave FL probably never to see my mom again. Coping with her...paranoia about pick pockets...has been taxing to the max so I'm looking forward to taking my time traveling alone, visiting WA DC and NYC, and returning to WA just before Christmas. I may take a train across country so I can read and see America from an Amtrak Vista-dome. All this while still trying to do the necessary grief work my heart and soul craves.
 
I've downloaded videos and books on my new tablet, packed three paperbacks (including A Severe Mercy by Sheldon VanAuken) for non digital entertainment, and am still getting the hang of no keyboard or printer. I'm packing short sleeve shirts for FL and sweaters for NY. I'm kissing my plant based diet goodbye for the time being and looking forward to the day when I can illustrate Ecclesiastes, complete spiritual memoirs, and engage in some sort of ministry in January. If there's any silver lining in this, I'm able to juggle these tasks as a relatively alert 61 year old. Can't imagine what widowers in their 80s or 90s would do.
 
Blessings on you all. I'll have email access and my phone (if I don't get pick pocketed in Manhattan).
 

~~Erik

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