Kate, my nonagenarian mother-in-law, has been visiting with us for the last three weeks. Yesterday we put her on the plane for her trip home. Despite being very frail and unable to walk more than a hundred feet or so in a push, and living in fear of just about everything (as a butterfly landing on her would probably cause a bruise), she was willing to leave the safety and familiarity of her home in Indiana to come spend some time with us (and our four dogs and eight cats).
The dogs were good; they didn't jump on her and knock her down. Even the cats seemed very careful around her. And she had a good time with us, especially some shared sight-seeing drives and meals out (something she doesn't get to do much of back home).
As Debbie says, it's a mixture of both sadness and relief to see her go. Sadness, because we know we won't see her again soon (and at her age, we have to wonder if ever), and because we enjoyed her company. Relief, because it is inevitably a lot of work to weave care and attention to her into our lives, and her stay disrupts the usual peace and calmness in our country home. So yesterday after we put her on the plane Debbie and I had a bit o' the blues...
I'm feeling better this morning, though!
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