I see death as a sort of ever-changing blob of goo that moves slowly down my family tree.
This is my family tree. Well, just my side of the family.
All my grand-parents are dead. For years now, Death has been hovering just above my parent’s level. Like this.
As soon as Death claims someone at a lower level, each Zone shifts down, and the reaction of people learning about a person’s death change accordingly. For example, if one of my kids was to die today, it would be tragic. If I was to die today, it would be unexpected.
So my mom’s in the hospital. As you’re reading this she is under the knife for a second angioplasty following her second, third and fourth heart attack in the last six months. Death is slowly creeping it’s way down. I don’t want Death to shift down.
Not because I’m afraid to be Next in line. Because I don’t want my kids to get to the Unexpected zone just yet.
I hope everything goes okay, for all your sake’s.
I hope your Mom gets better soon. I’ve been facing my own mother’s health crises this year, and she just had her spleen out two weeks ago. The near-death factor scared the hell out of me. She’s home now, thankfully, but I totally get your “family tree.” I’m there, too.
I’ll be keeping your Mom in my prayers and hope all your loved ones are a long way off from the death zone.
Iv’e been thinking about your mom… here’s to hoping you get to stay “unexpected” for a good long while.
I’m making pasta, man.
I’ll keep your mom in my thoughts, and in a totally wholesome, hope-she-does-okay way, not in a sweaty-rumpled-bed-sheet way.
Oh, Mikey. *HUG*
Quit making me cry, ya jerk.
Hugs. Keeping you & your family in my prayers and thoughts.
You are all in my prayers. Really. xoxo
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