Many mornings when I was little, I woke to a thundering sound outside my bedroom door. It was my dad, having a “walking race” with Sarah as he got ready to leave for work. They raced from the master bedroom at the end of the house, down the length of the hallway to the kitchen, and they did it while…
Month: December 2017
Good Tidings of Great Joy: A List
Here are a few pre-Christmas things that have happened today: I have worried and worried about Jack’s discharge date. They were talking about sending him home tomorrow, right before the Christmas weekend. This sounded very bad to me as a) he would be transitioning from hospital to home and transitions are not his forte, and b) he would be stuck…
Sweet, Sad December
I wrote a post over at Segullah.org about the years that Christmas is subdued, bittersweet, and difficult. Of course, I end up talking solely about Jesus. Merry Christmas. http://segullah.org/blog/sweet-sad-christmas/
A Christmas List
It’s a week until Christmas and here is what is happening at Chez Goates: a) I took Charlie to a ballet, his first ever. Of course we saw The Nutcracker and I was literally perched on the edge of my seat the entire time. There were so many years where things of beauty like taking in a matinee at Capitol…
Hospice and Hospitalization
I’m having the sort of week where a) my dad is still on hospice, still getting weaker, still declining, and yet still cracking jokes (when he isn’t sleeping), and b) Jack was hospitalized in a neuropsychiatric hospital. Either one of these things is basically kind of overwhelming. Put them together and it’s like, “Buckle up, missy.” I’ll be really frank.…