As I went to go have dinner in Palo Alto with a friend, I received a call from my sister.
She called to tell me that my stepmother was medically paralyzed as she was fighting the respirator (breathing machine) that she has been attached to for the last forty-one days. While my friend and I talked and had a nice evening, it still weighed on my mind what was going to happen. I knew what was going to happen so maybe the question was when this going to happen.
Yesterday as I stepped off the train on the way to go bowling, I received a call from my sister.
My stepmothers’ oncologist had to tell my pops that there “was no hope”. This Saturday I will be traveling up to the mountains to say goodbye and hopefully I am not too late to do this. I feel grief and remorse and all sorts of emotions that I do not rightfully know how to deal with right now. Work has been busy and that has been a blessing, school is also been a blessing and keeping me busy but I still have this overwhelming sense of gloom.
My pops and stepmother have shared a great life. I have shared a piece of that life with them and enjoyed most of the times that I have spent with them. It has not always been roses and butterflies but it has not always been bad. In reflection, I will miss her when she passes. I also worry about my pops when this happens. What will happen and what will become of him? How will this change him? How will this change us? Will there be a bonding or a separation?
What will the next call from my sister bring?
