The O'Quilts have weathered a storm..an electrical storm, that is.
Part one...the ice storm..survived with electricity..
Part two...tomorrow black ice and snow.
Part three..single digit temperatures Thursday and Friday with nothing above freezing until Sunday.
Part four...the scariest...NO school..probably all week. OMG
The Hospice nurse came out tonight. While she and my sister were discussing the latest developments with Himself, I stepped into my sewing room in despair.
This weak wife did not want to cry...so I thought of Cotton and Steel.
This weak wife did not want to cry...so I thought of Cotton and Steel.
At first I wanted this quilt to be blues and golds......
But, then these showed up...unexpected...like life...a few brights..
Life is so fleeting, I decided to include them, even though it was not my original intention...after all, they too are Cotton and Steel.
I am trying to grasp the feather and I am trying to grasp the wind.
Accepting life on life's terms is just so difficult.
Tonight, I realized that Mr.O'Quilts is not leaning to the side due to a defective mattress.
He is leaning because of a defective body.
His core muscles have further deteriorated.
Now, because of his failing, inert body, he has the beginning of a bed sore.
Dead weight that he is, it is almost impossible to turn him...He really needs two people here
at all turning times..not possible to do that and still keep him at home.
Most folks choose independence over safety. We chose it too.
My grasp is slipping. I can barely hold what I know to be true.
Each new level brings more grief.
I am so so grateful for those who shore me up, not letting me fall too.
Tonight it is especially my sister, Cotton and Steel.
