This week, while I've been in North Dakota for work, S's grandma passed away and our basement flooded again. It hasn't been fun for S. I've been feeling pretty guilty being so far away and helpless.
His grandma, as I said before was really sick. She had dementia for years, I think it became apparent about the time S and I got married, so that would make it 13 years living with the disease. This is so different than when my grandmother passed away. When my grandma passed away, it was sudden and shocking. When we saw S's grandma last weekend, it was clear that the end was near. It's almost a relief for the ordeal to be over. So, most of S's extended family is coming into town for the weekend and on S's birthday we will be attending a funeral. Unfortunate timing to be sure.
Today, I'll fly home and try to find funeral appropriate clothes for my kids. I don't look forward to trying to get X into a button down shirt, but it must be done. A few hours after getting home, we'll be going to the viewing. I hate viewings.
Tomorrow, we'll split up so that I can take X to soccer in the morning before heading to the church.
Meanwhile, a massive thunderstorm on Wednesday flooded our basement again, and S spent Thursday shop vac'ing the water out of the carpet. He doesn't want to take the carpet out because we have the kids down there playing and we would just have concrete until we address landscaping. That won't happen till next year, maybe the fall...but probably not. I'm thinking we just have to at this point. My non-meterological background tells me it's gonna rain like this all damn summer. We aren't even into monsoon season yet. This isn't the last of the basement saga.
I had told myself that I was going to write a positive blog post given all my shitty ones lately. Alas, there aren't a whole lot of positive things happening right now. Maybe next time.