Wednesday, Mar. 09, 2005
How much is that Dali in the window
This will be a brief entry as I'm pretty much on my way out of the door to go to work.
I talked last night to a friend of mine who's an RN, told her what I knew about Boss's condition, including the fact that he's been unable to either eat or drink anything for a full week now. I asked her if she had an idea of how much time we're looking at, given the recent progression of things, and her answer was pretty much what I expected - a week, maybe two, if that. Days, in any event.
I've really become Boss's chaffeur, shuttling him back and forth to the hospital. He's been driving to get the mail but as of today that's going to stop, even if I have to get intervention from the police. I don't know if he'll argue the point or not. If he were rational I am sure he wouldn't, but rationaliy hasn't been his strong suit lately.
Obviously at my age I've known people who have died. I've been to funerals for family members and I've touched their bodies. I'm not appalled by the prospect of death nor repulsed by it. It is simply a phase of life. I'm in no hurry to go there, myself, and I grieve for those who pass out of this life. Those emotions are as natural as the rest of the process and necessary if I'm going to function as a human being.
This particular situation is surreal. I've been put into what's essentially a very intimate situation. I've received entirely too much information for an employee. There's no one else, though, so I put on my best zen-like calm and keep managing things. I'll postpone my collapse until everything's said and done and confine my rants to the Internet, hoping that my friends here will overlook it and like me, consider this the final countdown to my freedom.
Before - After
In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )