My life has changed so much in the past 6 weeks. It seems that everything has turned upside down.
I think it all started with our dog, Mari having to be put down. She was nearly 15yrs old which is a long time to have a pet as part of your family. She was getting very old and really struggling in many physical ways.
I was really upset when I needed to take her to the Vet, once we had made the decision to have her euthanased.
Then, Colins dad at age 91 had a bad fall at the nursing home he has been living in and was taken to Frankston hospital. He spent 2 and a half weeks there and was finally sent back to the nursing home. But whilst he was in hospital he got pneumonia and other complications and he just went backwards so fast. At the nursing home he lived for another 3 days and then he was gone.
We had spent 6years visiting him every saturday and sunday afternoons, and then when he was in hospital every night after work. We ate dinner at 9pm most nights.
To have him slip away in the middle of the night was really sad. When we got the call we jumped in the car at 1am in the morning to say goodbye. He looked so different already, and I could feel the room was empty. His spirit had already departed.
The following week became a nightmare. One I hope I don't have to relive again. I went to work on the Monday, but then lots of things happened. Culminating in Gramps' body having to be taken to the coroners office, and my resigning from my job.
I think the emotions of many difficult weeks all crowded in that day, and I could not cope with a decision that I felt lacked compassion, by my boss. So I quit.
This was only a couple of weeks before the business was being sold. But, I had nothing left to give to my employers.
Going back to Gramps. We had a beautiful service for him but unfortunately his body had not been released at that time. But we know he was there in spirit. Colin and I got to say farewell to him the next day.
Poor Colin has been struggling with Psoriasis for several months, and the drugs he is taking at the moment are a chemotherapy drug and they are ravaging his body. All the stress and strain of the past few weeks have not helped and where we first thought he was starting to heal, it has now flared up again.
He is pretty despondent about it. I try to cheer him up as much as possible. And fortunately he sees the specialist again tomorrow morning. Let's hope he has some new tricks up his sleef.
I have spent this past week planning what I would like to do. I don't want to work in the Scrapbook industry anymore. I feel empty at the thought of it. Nothing to give at this time of my life.
I know I will miss some of the friendships that I have made. I also know that I will continue to stay in touch with some of the girls anyway. But the thought of working and teaching in that industry just doesn't inspire me. Although I will enjoy scrapbooking just for myself without any pressure.
So, I have new plans, which I hope will work out good.
More on that another time.
