Coming home

It's been a little bumpy around here.  A lot of uncertainty, but also a lot of hugs and teamwork.

Robert's Grandma, Carolyne, was in the hospital the past month.  After a month of checking all the boxes and making her as comfortable as possible, she finally came home on Wednesday.  We are doing her hospice care here with the help of Robert's mom, Audrey.  

There are really good moments like this morning when she sang a few girl scout songs with Audrey. This was in response to their good attitudes about all my banjolele practice, which I do as far away as possible I promise.

There have been some tough moments.  She's very much ready for the end and spends most of her time talking about it.  Watching Robert's face during these conversations is tough.  

We are taking it a few hours at a time, learning an exhausting amount of information, and doing our best to make her comfortable and toasty.  Each time I find myself feeling helpless or struggling to respond to her pleas to leave, I remind myself she's home.  It's not a lot, but it's what we have to give.

I think she's happier here than the hospital.  It's in the way she reaches for Margo when Margo cozies up to her.  The way the house shakes with Jeopardy as she dozes to it, and during the long and never ending nights, Robert is only steps away when she calls.  He's such a huge comfort.

We covered her in gifts on Christmas, and she had the most fun folding the tissue paper.  Some things never change. 💝

I don't think our living room has ever had to work this hard at being a living room before.  

Margo and Carolyne have been buds since we brought Margo home.  Whenever Carolyne needs help in the middle of the night, Margo is the first one there in a rush of concerned clicky clacky toenails.