Just One Of Those Thanksgivings, Part 3

An update on how my Thanksgiving is going this year:

1. My 80-year-old Mom is still hanging on by a thread. I guess it should be no surprise that a woman of the Greatest Generation who survived the Depression, World War II, and raising two Baby Boomers would not go gentle into that good night.
2. To make a long story short, my wife is still in Intensive Care because she developed a blood clot in her lung. Things seem to be settling down now, and she's feeling better. Probably at least a couple more days before she's home. Her heart seems to be the least of her problems now, by the way.
3. I didn't want my 82-year-old Dad down in Illinois to find out (and thus worry) about my wife's heart attack, but I figured I was OK blogging about it (he can't see well enough to read). Well, even though he's quite hard-of-hearing and mostly a life-long WGN listener, he happened to catch Charlie Sykes talking about it on the radio. OOPS! Hasn't every Leave It To Beaver episode we've watched over the past 50 years taught us not to try to keep secrets from our parents? Well take it from me, it still applies when they're 80 years old, too.
4. Stats-wise, the Coexist bumper sticker brouhaha has faded away. This past weekend my two biggest posts were If I Ever Got To Be Really Really Rich Here's One Of The Things I'd Want To Do (thanks to Hanan Levin of Grow-A-Brain) and The Blues Name Generator: To Sing The Blues, You Need To Know Your Blues Name (thanks to John at the J-Walk Blog). So what's your Blues Name?

Comments

[WI Catholic]

So sorry to hear about your Mom, and your wife. Can your son ride the bus yet?

And parents have ways to find out what we are doing no matter where we are or what we are doing. Even my own mother, whose short term memory is really not very good anymore at 83, 'knew' that there was something wrong with her oldest child this past summer, often calling me several times a day to just ask 'how are you?', though she did not remember having been told of my diagnosis and surgery in May and June. She only knew something was not quite right. Now, when all is well, she seldom remembers to call.

Will pray for your Mom, for your wife, for your son, for your Dad, and for you.

Hang in there. And God bless!