The title is a quote from a Joni Mitchell song. I am hoping there are a least a couple of you out there who are as old as i am and remember it! It refers to seeing both sides of life....which is what my last week has been all about.
The Saturday before Easter was a day of 2 parties. We started with a luncheon bridal shower for my niece...a love birds theme. We had a contest dressing my little grands in 'toilet paper' wedding gowns, we laughed a lot, marveled at the gifts, got caught up on each other's lives.
After the shower, we switched the decor to.....'My Little Kitty' for a 2 year old party. With the exception of the cake, we ate the leftovers from the noon time bash, and continued with the party mood. We were all exhausted by the day's end, but thankful and happy to have spent the day celebrating.
Easter Sunday we all gathered at my nephew's for Easter dinner. He managed to put together 3 long tables and fit us all in, and we even switched seats between courses so we could visit with everyone. The under 6 group, were urging the adults to eat more quickly....they were eager for the egg hunt in the back yard. Another day of treasured memories.
Monday, i traveled with my son and His family to their home, for some grandma time with his 2 little girls. Only, by the time we got there, i headed for bed with the flu. (Turns out we not only shared stories and memories...most of us ended up ill.) Tuesday was another in bed day, not wanting to share the 'germs', and needing another day to recover.
Wednesday i felt better, and as the girls and i were making plans, i got a call from my sister....she had just called for the ambulance for my mom, who she thought was having a heart attack. My son asked if i wanted to return and i knew i had to...not only for my mom, but to help my sister who always deals with these things on her own. I told him i could take the next train out, and be there in about 3 hours. He said if he drove me it would be quicker, so bless Him, he did.
My mom was in congestive hear failure, and we spent a long day and most of the night waiting to get her into a room. The doctors said she should be improved the next day, so we left to get some sleep. The next day, she took a turn for the worse, we called my bothers, and talked about her final wishes. It was a long and very hard day. She has always been stubborn...and that trait seemed to pay off. During the night she rallied, still quite ill, but with a fighting chance. She fought her way back, and today we transferred her to a rehab facility, while she regains strength and decisions will be made if she can continue to live independently.
My stay at my son's was a whole lot shorter than planned...he offered to switch my tickets for my flight back to next week. I checked with Master and He said it was my decision.....and He would not tax me for an extended stay. ( He was not here physically, but He made sure i knew that He was 'with me' during all of the past week. It amazes me, that even when we are apart, He knows what to say and lets me know...often....that He is looking out for me). I decided not to extend my stay, i really just want and need to be back home....and with Master. I explained to my son, and He said the ticket offer was good for anytime...so we will try again in June.
Both sides of life....a good reminder to treasure the good times, the special moments, the times when we grow stronger and closer through the worrisome times......