Mt. Pleasant Classical Academy

One year ago, my how life changes.  How one little action snowballs into effecting others, in many, many ways.  Snowballs.  That’s the name of Chloe’s mom.   Chloe’s coloration is not at all like her mom’s but her body shape is.

One year ago.   My sons and I had spent a full week with my Dad, knowing that he was in his final battle with Stage 4 Colin Cancer we wanted to spend time with him before he would be taken from us.  We watched that week as Hospice was called in, watched him deteriorate rapidly before our eyes, just my sons and I.  We were told by others that he might be with us for a few weeks or a few months.  Hospice could not tell, and if they did know they didn’t share with us how little time he really had.   Thinking that it might be weeks or months we spent that last week in August with Dad, every minute, alleviating my sister and my Dad’s girlfriend of the caring responsibility so they could go keep their scheduled outings and parties and luncheon engagements.   Who knew how many weeks they would be the prime caregiver for Dad.  After all soon I would have school work to attend to…..

We returned home for a couple days but then Mark and I returned to spend the day with Dad, spend 12 hrs with him, drive another 8 hrs, all to give my sister and my Dad’s girlfriend a break so they could go on their outings and attend to luncheon engagements since we just knew they would be caring for Dad for weeks or months….

But Mark and I knew.  Two days later the call came in the evening that Dad had passed on.  In the morning I called on a friend who had cared for Brutus before to see if she could take him again.  Just for the weekend and the first couple days of the week.  She had a fenced in yard, other dogs for him to play with, a pool for him to frolic in, and he liked their kids.

Little did I know how this phone call would affect our lives.