I never have a been a great fan of roller coasters - I know that they can be thrilling at times, but other times the rapid, constant ups and downs tend to make me nauseous. My life right now feels like I am stuck on a roller coaster - and my emotions can't seem decide whether they want to be up or down.
The previous post talks about the passing of my father-in-law Ross. 3 days after Ross passed away, I took my last two finals of nursing school.
Whew! After two very long years, hundreds of hours of studying, gaining 40 pounds from stress, and shedding millions of tears of frustration, I am finally finished with nursing school! I came out of my tests feeling like a thousand pound weight had been lifted off of my shoulders! The relief of completing something so difficult is pretty much overwhelming! Needless to say, I left the school feeling like I could walk on air and I couldn't wipe the smile off of my face.
However, as soon as I got home from school, it was time t…
Tasha and Zane flew up for a VERY quick trip, partially to
visit all of us who miss them so much, but also so that she could have a couple
of baby showers. She isn’t due until
September but we are not sure how well she will be able to travel closer to her
due date and her work schedule is much busier in the summer so we decided to
It was the fastest trip ever, I believe! Tasha and Zane arrived Thursday at 9:30 pm. Friday Tasha had lunch with Kim, Kalel and I
along with Jamie and Amber from work and had a shower from Zane’s family. Saturday they attended a memorial service for
Zane’s uncle, had lunch with some friends and then attended the shower Shandra
and I threw for her. We were able to get
in a few games with Cyn and Marilyn after the shower, and then Tasha and Zane
headed to Ogden. They left at 6:00 this
morning to drive back to San Diego (in an RV with Zane’s mom, Joyce, and 6
grandkids). It was so fast, but so very
good to see them. I miss them SO MUCH!
My dad's memory has been declining at a rapid pace. He quite often struggles to remember people that he doesn't see frequently, even my mom, though he was married to her for over 50 years. He forgets how to do things, and he forgets events that happened even moments before. In addition, sometimes he remembers things that didn't even happen. For example, sometimes he will call me and tell me that he had just gotten home from Salt Lake but he can't remember how he got there or who he was with (but he didn't really go anywhere). The very hardest thing is that he KNOWS that he can't remember and is extremely frustrated by it. It is difficult to watch him struggle with trying to tell me something he feels is important when he realizes that he really can't remember what he is trying to tell me. Sometimes he gets depressed and says things like it would be better if he could just lay down and die because he isn't worth anything anymore. Frequently he …