I feel guilty for enjoying the hike and the ice sculpts yesterday. I was getting ready to go up to the hospital, right after I posted my story about the ice sculpts, when I got a phone call from my former mother in law. My ex husbands father passed away as I typed, apparently. My daughter showed up here to go to the hospital with me, and it was too late.
She feels sooooo guilty, for not having made it in to see him other than the once, I only made it twice. Some of that time, we couldn't have seen him cause he was in the cancer ward, out of town, but, we could have made more of an effort. Me feeling weak and tired didn't stop me from other pursuits. I tried to make her feel better, I mean, it did happen so fast. He only found out that he had lung cancer, and it had spread to his liver, a few short weeks ago. I thought we'd have more time, after his radiation treatment.
I was wrong, he developed pneumonia, and then gave up on the weekend, not eating. Didn't even want the beer someone snuck him in. He said to his wife that he was tired of smothering.
I am sitting here with tears streaming down my face, but, all I can see is him alive, and my father as I watched him die on life support four years ago. I have never gotten over it. Perhaps that's it, maybe I was just too scared, subconciously, to go up and see him like that. I don't know. I only know I feel awful, and wish for so many reasons, that I had involved myself more. And now it's too late.
I guess that's just another reminder that in life, if we put too many things off, we will accomplish very little. Now to somehow remember that long enough to make it a worthwhile lesson.
Erica