Here We Go Again

It seems like only yesterday that I was sitting in my mother's basement writing about the death of my step-father and, now, I am sitting in that same basement writing about my mother. We were in Pittsburgh for Christmas, celebrating with Luisa's family. At 1 a.m. on 12/27/06, my cell phone rang and I learned that my mother had been taken by ambulance to the hospital. She had congestive heart failure. They put her on a vent and I flew here yesterday to make decisions for her. She has improved some but there are so many unanswered questions and complicated emotions. Tonight, I miss Minneapolis. I miss the comfort of home. I miss my partner and my children. And, more than anything, I am tired. My sister is tired. My mother is tired. I had so hoped for better times in the coming year but, now, I find myself only yearning for peace for my family.

Colleen said...
I am so sorry Vikki. Please let us know how things are going and hope you can find peace and comfort.

7:42 PM

Kristin said...

Hey Vikki, You were missed on New Year's.

8:45 AM