It happens every night, even if we can’t remember doing so. They can be so full of extraordinary things than shift in a millisecond. People you love reappear and life can seem almost normal… until you wake in the dark to the sound of breathing and a dog licking it’s paws. Last night I dreamed that we had moved my mother into a different care facility. Dave and I were taking her swimming in the rehab pool which she seemed to enjoy, but was complaining the entire time (like normal). For some reason the facility was having problems with swarming honeybees. The little guys were clinging to the ceiling, flying down hallways & getting everywhere. Honeycomb stalactites hung at the ends of hallways, dripping pools of amber onto the grey floor… bizarre!
This probably all stemmed from Kim mentioning something at dinner last night that made me sad. Before last September, Lee & Evelyn had the habit of calling each other when one was at the coast & the other in Eugene. Lee would save up his stories for their evening phone call. He still finds himself doing that,mentally saving the daily events to tell her later. Unfortunately, later is a long ways off. Now he receives an almost daily phone call from me to check in. I started calling after her surgery. It’s my evening routine to check-in, grab some comfort hearing my father and sisters voice, hear what they did that day. We are all missing her.