Making her comfortable when she can’t or won’t take it.
From what Doctor Goodliffe described and the hospice lead, Sadie Cruz, things are going to get ugly and uncomfortable and emotional and ourmain jobis to grieve.
To let grieving happen.
To give it room to flow.
The pain.
The anger.
The bargaining.
The depression.
Asking a man whose whole life is about making the save tonotmake one or even try to, is like asking a dentist to not brush their teeth.
Ridiculous.
However, counselors came by and will periodically be coming by when we get Grams home, to give that assist.
Make us as comfortable as Yellow Heart Road is to make her.
Dubs swore he’d be over whenever and however often, his bucket projects could and would wait. Promised he’d come by to be there when we needed a break.Ifwe needed one.
Bronny cycled through blaming himself for leaving her instead of being around to provide in someway, and swearing she was gonna bounce back because she always did from bullshit.
His demeanor is what prompted Thayne to stay even tempered and warm hearted in spite of the fact I could physically feel his soul aching through his stare.
He couldn’t let his baby brother see him hurting.
He wanted to be strong for Bronskie, which meant I needed to be strong for Thayne.
Eventually, Grams got tired again, so they got him fed and off to his old bed with Dubs volunteering to stick around to bring him back whenever. I spent that same amount of timecontacting his school, arranging for his assignments, putting in his bereavement leave – something I’m glad they have at his private academy – and mostly ignoring all other calls, including the ones from my own parents.
I didn’t have the mental capacity for whatever lecture I’m sure they wanted to deliver.
I’m pretty positive I still don’t have it now even after the three hours of sleep I somehow managed to score on that not made for two adult sized people sofa.
I swear, the prop furniture on my telenovelas is probably more comfortable than that.
Grabbing my workbag is followed by trying to tip toe out of the room only to be caught by the sweet, sassy old woman, I would have a hard time believing was sick if I hadn’t been permitted to see her charts.
Quietly, I announce, “Gonna go downstairs and try to get some work done.”
“At four in the mornin’?”
“Rather do it while they sleep, so they can have me when they need me awake.”
She flashes me a soft smile. “You’re a good-hearted woman, Gillian. Don’t let my boys take that for granted.”
“They don’t.”
“Good. We raised ‘em better than that.”
“You raised them really well.”
“And you’ll finish even better with Bronson than I did with Thayne.”
