As summer fades and the leaves change pigment, transitioning us to a different time of the year I'm often struck by the symbolic imagery laid out before us:
Some leaves drop with the first cool afternoon.
Some hang on until an artic gust takes hold.
Some drop effortlessly, surrendering to the new stage that nature has designed as part of its journey.
Some people rage during times of change.
Some people whimper.
Some treat these times of natural revolution with wonder and attention.
Birth...and death are no different.
We've had a rough couple of years as a family.
Losing both my maternal aunt and uncle in the span of a few months, and dealing with our own day-to-day struggles as a little family with not a ton of support outside of our network of generous friends.
Our current journey is cutting a hole in our safety net of recovery: my husband's grandma, Grace was recently placed in a nursing home. She's 94 and up until recently enjoyed trips to BonTon, music at a jamming senior center, driving to get her own groceries, and watching the Kardashians from the comfort of her own lovely home.
She's not happy with this new transition. I try to see her daily, not out of obligation, but out of reciprocation. She's a special person, one who has been 110% supportive of me and the way we've chosen to raise our kids, even if she may talk about me behind my back (ha!).
Having her in my life has been a comfort that I tried not to take for granted. Every Sunday we would block off our day and spend hours at her home, dishing about the latest gossip, her friends, and what she did all week. She'd drive to the the dollar general weekly and purchase a grotesque amount of plastic toys for our kids. She'd ply us with gum drops and always has a supply of chocolate and Vernor's ginger ale.
Right now all she'd like to do is go home. I can't do that for her, but I can give her my time during this new phase in her life.
Please forgive if Welcome Mama isn't expanding like I had promised.
But it will happen when the time is right.
Until then, keep bugging me if I forget to list you, keep pestering me about the podcast and any events that you want to see come to Buffalo. I appreciate your patience and support.
Hi. I'm Lindsay. Daughter, sister, wife, mother and collector of useless (and useful) information.