The best laid plans change. Not long after I posted yesterday, we received a call that my father-in-law was bleeding internally and was being taken by ambulance to the medical university. Once again, the wheels were set in motion but in a different direction.
We visited him, made sure that my mother-in-law was okay, and brought her home to stay with us last night. This morning she fell in the kitchen when she was roaming with her walker. She is okay but clearly she will have to be with us until her husband is out of the hospital. She is insisting on going home today to do some laundry! Her obsession with having everything spotless is baffling. But it has been her life time obsession.
My wife is struggling today with the stress of aging parents. I know that she loves her parents but also is dealing with long-time resentments about the past. She said to me last night: "I am trying to forgive her breaking a plate over my head when I was a kid. I am trying to forgive my dad for being at a bar instead of my recital and school events. I have to come to terms with the past."
We each carry a lot of baggage around from our past. Some of it is very painful. I trust that she will know when to drop the bags and shrug off the weight of what happened years ago. Our history can't be undone. It has shaped who we are. But reshaping has occurred through something greater and stronger in recovery.
So today I am going to stay as much in this day as possible. I am going to take care of Mom, check up on Pop, and give my wife some time to rest. And I am going to go to the boat and work on my class work for next week. I won't forget to take care of myself too.
My wife won't be going on her trip this week. But things will even out eventually. You just never know when the bumps in the road are going to happen, and you have to take a detour.