Good flight down, knitting, movies, row to myself.
Good to see mom - dinner waiting. Good sleep
"Breakfast" with MIL - who doesn't really eat. Then she went back to bed.
Saw cousins from North and South. Hung out at a yarn store for an hour or so. Got some awesome yarn.
Saw Mom off on a jaunt with her friends for an afternoon tea party. The 90 year old friend picked up the 87 year old. I told them to be good, or at least be discreet. They giggled and drove away.
Went to my MIL's. Still in bed. The caretaker had the evening off and I had my hands full with doing nothing. MIL wouldn't get out of bed for hours. Coughed and gagged all night - it was truly awful. Hospice coming in as soon as I can get on the phone tomorrow.
Got home to moms that night and found that my Sunday afternoon flight was canceled - so had to take a 6:00 am flight. Cried a bit from exhaustion and disappointment as mom and I had planned a morning together.
Got home - got in the door and took my shoes off, undid the bra (ahh) and got a phone call from mom that her sister had just passed away. Literally about 1/2 hour ago. Mom sobbing on the phone, I felt so bad not to be there with her. But my cousins came over (Aunties son and daughter) and took mom out to dinner and to simply be together.
Now...work tomorrow, then drive to NYC for a funeral on Tuesday and sit Shiva on Wednesday.
Who wrote this movie?