I do sick calls for the Church.
I see three, maybe four people.One of them is my pal Sue.
After getting off the phone now, I have mixed emotions.Her secondary caregiver informed me they started her on hospice yesterday. She is getting morphine for pain every four hours.
**sigh**
Sue and I have talked about dying and pain and how she wants to see her Mom again, and the two of us believe she will.Being Catholic, it’s one strong belief we both share.She could talk about it to me, because we know we could always talk about anything.We even kind of laughed about it, because the last time we talked about it, we chuckled that she would have the last laugh and one day I’d come down to see her and she won’t be there.
So I’ll go see her today, and Jim and the girls will go with me.I know in my heart that she wants to go, but as I type this, I know the emotions I have will be rough. I don’t even know if she’ll be awake from the morphine.
She has been a major part of my married life. She was a friend I could talk husbands with, talk dogs with, joke about weather girls with.
I always joked that when she goes to heaven, to help me out while I am down here.I’ll miss her, but she will always be in my heart.