Like most Moms my “year” is set with school, it runs August-August. The beginning of my year is filled with back to school, Halloween, Birthdays, Anniversaries, Thanksgiving, Christmas and the beginning of the calendar New Year. Then the mad crush of reorganizing (my kids don’t call me MoMica for nothing!) and a push towards Spring Break. You get the picture, you’re likely the same as me.
This school year has been marked with something else. A tremendous year, for so many reason. The start of High School, a Dasher (DSHA) in the house makes my heart happy, one on the cusp of double digits, my youngest steam rolling towards his First Communion. The seemingly endless search for our land, so we can build our dream house continues, with hope of finding what we have in mind. Big changes with my husband and brother in laws company. So much excitement! So much to look forward too! We were on the brink of the best year ever, until we were not.
Out of nowhere I was on my knees, where I would remain for months. I didn’t know it at the time, but I would spend the next 5 months on my knees.
I’ll start at the beginning; late September I was woken from a deep sleep in the early morning by my ringing phone (a middle of the night call in the months to come I would grow to hate). This call coming in from my Mom in North Carolina, whispering into the phone “I do not have a Mommy or a Daddy anymore”. My Nanna was gone. I had gone to bed believing this 95 1/2 year old woman would outlive me, and I woke up to a world slightly darker for she had left it.
Enough! I found myself angry, that was enough! I sat in the dark, holding my phone that I wished I had not answered and felt rage. Three kids? Why? What’s the point of just snuffing out life like that? I prayed for it to be over, I couldn’t fathom more death, I just wanted it to end.
Thanksgiving was suddenly upon us and my husband and I came to the sad realization that it was likely his ailing Father’s last Thanksgiving. His Parkinson’s had begun to take over and what it had not affected Diabetes and Alzheimer’s ravaged. I began to pray for mercy. He was suffering so much, he just needed mercy.
Early December brought more sadness, we got a call saying he needed comfort care. The description that was given to us on December 8, my birthday, prompted my husband and mother in law to start the process of Hospice for him. We were told he had 6 – 9 months left.
I got to know the staff at the assisted living very well. I responded to every call, no matter what I was doing, no matter what time of the day. I did not want my Father in Law, a man who was so good to me, a man that would have died for me to die alone.
Hi! I’m Ali (pronounced alley). I’m 40 (something) – live in Oconomowoc with my husband of over more than 15 years, 3 kids, 1 “senior citizen” cat, Gus, and a 2 year old Jack Russel, Tubbs. We lead, as everyone does, a hectic life of carpools, sports, social activities and much coveted downtime! My oldest starts High School in the fall (I am not certain how that happened as she was really only just born!)
As a private caterer/event planner I am known for over the top crazy themed parties for kids and adults and I am thrilled to be joining The Lake Country Mom to share all things party, tips and tricks, and quick and easy recipes. I keep threatening to start a blog, and this may push me to actually do it, when I do I’ll be sure and let you know! Until then you can find me here!