I am more impressed by the bloggers I follow now then ever before. I don't have the stamina to write every month or week much less every day. For now, this is about as active as my old diaries and journals used to be... I write when I need to.
This week was emotionally draining and writing is a good release. My mom started her chemo this week, which is stressful enough on it's own. But add to that the fact that she was going into the city alone (or with a neighbor) every day because my father had to rush down to Florida because my grandfather's health was failing last weekend. My father and my aunt stayed with my grandparents all week, saying goodbye, appreciating hospice, and finally being with my Grandpa as he passed on Thursday morning. It is a relief for him, but sad for those of us still around. This, of course, reminds of me of other deaths in my life recently- my adopted abused cat Sydney and my dear grandmother- both of which occurred in Februarys of previous years. I'm not liking February too much this year either.
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