It has been a whirlwind here with dust now just starting to settle. Earlier this month a flash trip to San Diego, starting as a drive, ended in a decision to jump on a plane within an hour of notice. That choice came after hearing that Grampa was being admitted into the ER.
Grampa is doing well now, though his path to recovery is just beginning. Being very independent, its been painful for him to be confronted with his age and disability. He seems to be permanently unable to walk anymore with deterioration in his memory. For a year we have been keeping a space available for him in Portland, and it seems that he is now ready to join us.
The past week has mainly been waiting on test results, trying to settle in, and going through grampas house to prepare his move. Grampa lives in the same house Ben grew up in since he was about 5yo. Grampa has not made any updates to the house during that time, and has thrown away very little. Being inside the house is like a time capsule into the past.
It has been an incredibly stressful time, though I have been doing my best to play a supportive role. The overwhelm has been slowly creeping up on me, and a day ago I had a strange dream (a bit of a nightmare), warning me to “stay on the path.” Over and over again, I was told to “stay on the path.” Im still interpreting it though I feel like it’s a message to remember to keep my heart open to what the universe is offering in this chaotic transition. I am still on my quest and this confusing time is just part of that journey.
I had expected to go out and find something on this road trip, though the something found us instead. Oh, life!