Since I last posted, we've been packing up Dad's house, we've had a family member (Geoff's brother) move in with us, and.... after we moved Dad to a retirement home, worried about his malnutrition and dehydration
he died. A few days after being hospitalized and finding out that he couldn't swallow anymore.
And then my husband was diagnosed with T1 diabetes, like our oldest son.
The busyness of normal life, and all these swirling crises, is keeping me from processing, I think. Geoff and I had a night away, and it was glorious, but overall I am just tired and very, very overwhelmed.