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  • I’m just about all packed up and ready to go. Just biding my time until it’s not too early to start cutting the grass. Since I may be gone for 2 ½ weeks, don’t want to return to a jungle out there. Conference calls have been lined up, so I’ll be doing some work while I’m there. I think I’m ready for this.

    I’ll be driving back down to South Carolina today. We did just make the 10 hour drive coming up to northern Virginia from there on Saturday. I took care of what needed taking care of at work, and now I’mn going back down to work on getting things set up for Mom down there. And, just to be with her.

    There’s no place else I’d rather be. I’m so grateful to be in a position to do this. The support I’ve had at work has been unbelievable. Everyone understands. I’m leading as high a profile project as I have seen in my career – actually, two projects, both as big as anything I’ve led - and we’re right in the heart of both of them. Fortunately, I have extremely high performing teams handling the day-to-day details and making the things happen that need to happen, and when the one or two things that might have been better had I been there aren’t exactly where they should be, the big boss is understanding of my situation.

    It helps to have friends. His chief of staff has really had my back on this project, and has filled him in on what’s going on with me. We happened to ride down on the elevator last evening as we were leaving for the day, me and the big boss, and he reassured me that I had my priorities in order, and that I should spend as much time with Mom as I need to, that everything will work out as it should. How blessed I feel to have this level of support from there.

    Kathy has been a freakin’ saint. This has been a lot of wear and tear on her, as she has a lot going on now, too, and the details of what I need to do, and when, seem to keep changing day to day. We’re at that great point in our relationship where we can each express our own personal frustrations, as we’re experiencing them, without getting too defensive or bent out of shape. We don’t hold them all inside. We work through them. This has kept our relationship sane, and thriving through all of the chaos of recent months.

    All that said – to have the opportunity to spend this quality time with my mother, when the days are getting harder and harder to push through, when the end is in sight – it might be days, weeks, or months away, but it’s out there, in her sights, and she is looking right at it, unafraid, ready. She just wants to go there as gracefully as is humanly possible, retaining as much quality in her life as she can as she makes this final journey, and I get to help with that. There is no higher honor that I know of in life. I had a similar opportunity with Dad, and to get to have the same opportunity with Mom, makes me doubly blessed. These things are truly life’s richest blessings.
    Will I

    Will I lose my dignity? Will someone care?
    Will I wake tomorrow from this nightmare?

    (From my favorite musical, “Rent”)
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