It was nice to spend Easter with family members we don’t see often, this being Mark’s Russian side of the family.
The girls were into the Easter egg hunt. So much so that they decided to hide the goodies themselves and look for them again.
I’ve never had peeps before until today. Meh.
While being dropped off again at the park while Mark and his sister visited their dad at the hospital, I met another woman who was in town for the same reason as we were. She came up to me to comment how cute the girls were. We watched Claudine and Mia as they skipped, twirled and played house between a gazebo and a couple of huge trees. About 30 feet away, I saw an elderly man in a wheelchair covered under a blanket. That was her father in law. He was 97. He miraculously pulled through an illness while in hospice and is still hanging on. Similar stories, except Mark’s dad is 30 years younger. This woman was at the end of this particular chapter as her father in law is the last remaining parent. We’re just at the beginning.
I kept thinking about that this weekend and my head can’t quite grasp this, especially since our other 3 parents are active and healthy, but it’s overwhelming to think that we might be dealing with this 3 more times. It’s also made me think about what we need to do to prepare for the future 30, 40 years down the line.
I know that this is so obvious, but it’s poignant how we revert back to the needs of a child when we grow older and are unable to care for ourselves. Help with being fed, changing clothes, walking…the most basic of needs, a reversal of roles. It’s sad, but also quite…poetic.