I am still recovering from the shock of my mom's leaving the hospital in the manner in which she did, and the condition, too. The whole thing is filled with conflicted emotions. Resentment & Empathy have been sitting on my shoulders all day, whispering over each other. Ultimately, it's her life, her rules, and my takeaway is not to expect otherwise. The added depths are yet to be explored, a lot is starting to surface after this and come conversations with by brother, niece and cousin. Tommy was as shocked and pissed as well. I'm taking a couple of days off to reset and adapt before continuing to engage. It was a welcome break today, too, after dropping her off and returning her car, be done for a while. I am not done caring, continuing to work with my niece on her generous offer to step in, and triaging upcoming appointments. I'm just done being that engaged. Nothing else of substance to share unless ordering tires or finding dog poop in the garage, or realizing that the landscaping isn't working out as I'd envisioned. Yeah, nothing of substance.
