Monday night I received a phone call from Hospice saying Jim was passing away and then shortly after his caregiver called me and said she was going out there...so I went to bed with a heavy heart and actually I slept in Kristin's room with her because we talked late into the night about how I felt, about dying, and about Jim...the man is virtually a stranger to me and yet I have to admit there was something strange about knowing part of the DNA I came from would lose its existence and that would mean I was next in the natural order of things...it's a strange feeling, but I wasn't compelled to go out there myself and I don't know why.
Then yesterday morning his caregiver called me and said when she walked into his room he was sitting up talking with a lady friend...not at all what she expected. I took this as a sign for one more opportunity to visit him, so Kristin and I went out to see him and although there are signs that his end is near, I thought he looked pretty good.
I definitely recognize his presence in my life has been an opportunity for personal growth, but I'm not sure what to do with all of it. I think Kristin has a difficult time understanding me, maybe others do to. I am secure in my being and I have no desire to invent or foster emotions that just aren't there and yet when I thought he was gone I got a lump in my throat that I can't even explain to myself.
You know those days when you see a cat lying in a window sill and they are all stretched out, perfectly content in soaking up the warmth of the sun? That's what Fridays feel like to me. Of course they are not days of leisure, I still have work to do, but there is just something less harrowing about a Friday...and today is no exception, especially with the promise of another sun-kissed day to warm my skin...oh, it feels so good and makes me impatient for the arrival of Spring...