It's been a while since we've had a week this tough. Andrew and I are feeling better, although low on energy. I've prioritized, and I am worrying only about things that absolutely have to happen this week. I got payroll submitted for church, and that may be all that happens there.
Last evening, my mother let us know that Hospice feels that the end is very near for G.G. I am praying it is a peaceful passing, and that she is as comfortable as possible. I need to get to work organizing family photos for the services, but hopefully I've got a couple of days.
When I picked Thomas us from set construction today, he was in tears because his girlfriend had broken up with him. Apparently some students are spreading rumors about him, and his girlfriend believed the rumors. He was so upset. He has been so inconsolable. It breaks my heart to see him hurt this way. He knows that it will pass, and I'm so grateful he is willing to talk to us and share his emotions. With my emotions already on edge, I shed a few tears along with my son.
Andrew and I made an appearance at a baseball coaching dinner this evening. Catherine texted on our way home telling us she was pretty sure she has what we had. Sure enough, when we got home, we took her temp and she is running a fever of 101.3 degrees. I hated that we hadn't been home for her. I hated that we had to leave when Thomas was so upset. I hated that I wasn't home working on photos for the services, and I hated that I haven't been able to be more help to my family in dealing with things with G.G.
This is a tough week.
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