It's the day after Halloween.
The Wizard of Oz is a perfect visual depiction of our life- post Tracy.
A whirlwind of activities and emotions buffet me unexpectedly and expectedly.
So
many many many things to think, do, organize, plan while the mantra
"there is nothing you HAVE to do" plays like a broken record off loved
ones lips and in my mind.
The emotional roller coaster has been slowed by an avalanche of activity.
Some
are happy distractions in the form of pampering by family and friends
that I have to admit I am greedily enjoying. Other activities include
facing the hard realities and responsibilities in the aftermath of this
mandatory life change. Some are busy work to just keep moving to make
sure I still can.
To
wash the acid like burning sense of ALS out of my mind I raced to have
Respiratory pick up the cough assist machine, Trilogy Tri Pap breathing
machine, Humidifier and suction machine- most of which we barely used if
at all. To me they felt more like they were sucking the life out of him
even tho I know they are designed to do the opposite. I am so glad to
be rid of them.
Today
I packed up his clothes and personal items except for those we will
craft into clever gifts and memorabilia, reminding myself over and over
that those items are not HIM.
But he is here in spirit.
We know this because he went with us to Trick or Treat with the grandkids last night.
We took his wheelchair, lights on
and talked to him and showed him the bounty
the boys collected.
Neighbors awkwardly hugged me
wondering if I had indeed gone over the edge due to the emotional trauma.
I almost felt bad for our distasteful inappropriate display. Almost....but not quite,
because I know Tracy would have loved making people squirm.
It was so wrong it was right.
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