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Dick died Friday.
It's been a LONG weird weekend. I suppose its the kind of weekend I should have expected to follow his death - you know, like a strange sort of upset to the natural flow of my life.
His death certainly isn't unnatural. He was an old man who had lived a good life - until he started to deteriorate from the cancer. I guess that's what haunts me the most...the way he just sort of slowly wasted away before our eyes. It's was so much easier with my other grandpa who had a heart attack and went into a coma. Even though he was still alive and on life support - he was gone. He never regained consciousness. So, it was more like - one day he was here and the next he wasn't. With Dick there was all of this fading in and out. The drugs changed him. It SUCKED! He should have died months ago...
Friday was just weird. It started out SOOO great. Whitebread's mom offered to watch Loki on Saturday so Whitebread and I could have some alone time. And then my Dad called to tell me that Grandma called to tell him that Dick was dying (of course he has been dying for quite some time) but his body literally began shutting down.
So he and my mom dropped everything to head up there. I wanted to go, but they didn't want to take Aleaa and someone needed to watch her. So they asked if we would keep the dog and the 4 year old (leaving careful instructions about who should be leashed!) So, much for our "alone" time...
They didn't make it but 20 minutes down the road when Dick passed. I think it caught us all off guard - a little. But it was probably good. I don't think my Dad really wanted to be there when he died. For some reason, it seems so much easier to show up once it's over.
I was sad (and still am - a little) but I don't think I'll really be able to take it in until I enter his house and he's not there to greet me with his tall, bald, wild greetings and slightly perverted kiss on the lips.
So, we kept Aleaa all weekend. Saturday was fine. Nothing too crazy to report. We went swimming - even Loki - and that was a hoot - except that my plugged duct breast really started hurting.
By Sunday morning, I was miserable. I had to pump to try to eliminate some of the pressure I was feeling. I guess Aleaa had never seen me pump before - because she asked me if I had run out of milk in my belly. I told that the milk didn't come from my belly - that it came from my breasts and that I hadn't run out but had TOO much milk in there. Her response...,"Well, then why are you putting milk in there?". LOL - what a nut - I guess it would seem logical that if milk came out of there to feed Loki that it had to get in there somehow...and why would you use a machine to take it out if Loki did that? So, of course it looked like I was putting milk in there...
Anyway, I was pretty loopy all day. Achy but not miserable. My breast was REALLY sore, but I wasn't nauseous or anything. We were supposed to go have lunch with the Bunn's but Aleaa threw a MASSIVE tantrum just as we were leaving and I gave her an ultimatum - apologize and go to the picnic or stay in your room (the spare room) and miss the fun. Well, she opted to stay and take a nap - which she clearly needed. Well, I offered to stay since I was feeling weird anyway and when Whitebread went to kiss me he thought I felt a little warm so we checked my temperature and I had a fever of 102!!!
Yup, infection of the breast will do that! Weird, huh? - all because of that silly old duck! Seriously though, watch out for those plugged ducts, they can get NASTY.
So, I spent most of yesterday, chilling out and reading pirate stories to Aleaa. Which was good. My fever broke sometime last night and I feel better today, just exhausted...
I took Aleaa to daycare, this morning - only we were about 2 hours later than she usually gets there - it was 9:30 instead of 7:30 - so she didn't get to eat breakfast there (nevermind the fact that she ate breakfast at my house) so she promptly threw another MASSIVE fit, until the daycare director offered her a snack of animal crakers and milk (nevermind that I had JUST offered her a snack of animal crackers for the road - which she declined)...but atleast she calmed down.
My parents come home today (also VERY good) and they're bringing MJ (grandma) with them. She hasn't decided how long she's staying and I think that's a good thing, too.
Whew, this whole life thing is a WILD crazy ride! Hang on tight!
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