Yesterday, while out shopping, my mother-by-marriage fell and broke both her arms. I’m guessing it’s pretty severe because she was hospitalized and will be undergoing surgery any moment now. The DH and his family are all on pins and needles about the surgery and about the long road to recovery. She’s a strong-willed woman, even if she’s of a bit fragile body.
I’m a bit overwhelmed, as I’m taking on the responsibility of inter-familial communcation, and have been up on the phone since 4 am. (Dang Floridians gotta be 3 hours ahead of us!) My knitting sure has proven its as the soothing and meditative reputation 10 times over this weekend, and has helped me be the calm in the storm, and able to be there for everyone to help hold it all together. The DH is holding in there, the Sister-By-Marriage will be on a plane tomorrow. It’s the Dh’s father that has me concerned. He’s putting on a brave front, but I know he’s severely rattled. They’ve been married over 55 years now, and ARE each other’s life.