First the smiles:
My son and daughter-in-law left on a plane this morning bound for China to bring home their lovely daughter Clio Mei who was 9 months old in this photo taken April 6. She will be 10 months old tomorrow. The entire process will take just over two weeks. We can hardly wait until we can give some grandparent-love to this little darling.
Now the fears:
My 87-year-old Mom, in this photo taken last May when they were 86 and 88 respectively, is in the hospital with pneumonia for the third time since November. My dad called saying she might not make it. We packed our suitcases, gassed up the car and prepared to leave the next morning on the 12-hour drive--no airports near (about 3 hours) and only one flight per day, so it is easier to drive and have our own car. My dad called today and said she is improving and he doesn't want us to come just yet. I talked to the Doctor and she agreed. I also talked briefly with Mom though her mind is a bit befuddled from the drugs. Each time she has a sinker we prepare for the worst and somehow she pulls through. We are hoping this is yet another recovery, knowing full well that one time it won't be. It has been very difficult for me as I am the only child now living and my Mom is the last of her siblings. I have put all my activities on a "wait-and--see" basis so it seems I am planning by the second-hand on my watch when I normally have a multi-year calendar. We are optimistic--but we are keeping our suitcases packed for now.