So, my parents’ trip and Thanksgiving did not go quite the way we’d planned. And by “not quite,” I mean not even a little bit… not even in the same realm… not at all! And, not even in a way that’s like, “oh, this wasn’t what was planned, but didn’t it turn out fun?” Nope.
In fact, we hadn’t planned much. After all, it’s November in the Idaho mountains. It’s not like we could go driving all over the country like we usually do with visitors. We really just planned a simple couple of weeks. Reading, watching movies, puzzles and games with the kids, good food. There’s a parade that we wanted to see on Main Street, and the Festival of Trees, but that was really the extent of it. Mostly, we just wanted to be together.
Trey had planned to catch a ride to Idaho Falls last Thursday so that he could ride back to Salmon with them. Wednesday night we could tell that Sean was getting sick and Thursday morning it was very clear that Trey would have to stay home with him. Also by that time, Trey had started to feel sick. Thursday afternoon, Sean was seen by the doctor. Trey was much worse. By the time I got home from work, they were both comatose in the bed. We decided my parents should stay at the motel in town, so they wouldn’t catch the sickness. We saw them briefly Thursday night for dinner. Friday, Charli and Madeline were showing symptoms. Trey and Sean were starting to be on the mend after medications. My parents spent some time at the house on Friday, but not really around the sick people.
Saturday morning I woke up and knew I had it. By Sunday, mom started showing symptoms. She has spent one night here since they arrived. The rest of the time they’ve been at the motel. This past week has been a bit of a blur. I missed work on Monday. Mom ended up in the ER today and I was seen at the clinic. The ER doc said that hers is completely unrelated to what we’ve all had, which made me feel a little less guilty at least.
We won’t be going back to Georgia for Christmas, so this visit was really supposed to scratch that itch to be with family. But, we haven’t really been able to be together. I find myself like an insomniac… you know how it goes, “if I fall asleep RIGHT now I’ll still get 4 hours of sleep.” Except, I’ve been like, “it’s okay! If everyone is all better tomorrow we still get 5 days with them.” Ugh, it’s just depressing.
I’ve definitely gone through the grieving process though (wow, that sounds dramatic!). The first few days were denial: I’m not that sick, we’re all going to be fine, Mom and Dad won’t get it. Then I moved on to anger: why me?! Why is this even happening? I give up! Then bargaining (honestly, I’m still here a little): maybe we can convince them to stay a little longer or to come for a month in the spring! There has to be some way to redeem this! Yesterday I hit depression. We ended up at the church (I love that SVBC hosts Thanksgiving meals to anyone who needs a meal or a place to go!). But, it was just a sad reminder that we weren’t with my parents. I came home and tore down all of the Fall and Thanksgiving decorations and put up Christmas, declaring to the kids that this, “is the worst Thanksgiving ever!” And today was acceptance. Seeing mom in the ER and just wanting so bad for her to be healthy and happy and if that place is her own home in Georgia, then I understand. I’m just ready for the whole thing to be over.
Here are some pictures from yesterday.
Going through the line. It was such a yummy meal and meant so much to us to have a place to go! And Trey was in minister-heaven as he got to talk to some people who really needed someone to talk to!
Good bye, Fall and Thanksgiving!
Last night, after getting rid of Fall, I was feeling pretty good. And we had a thawed 21-lb turkey that needed to be eaten, so I set to work cooking for us to eat on Friday. I made my mom’s famous sweet potato and green bean casseroles and my Grandma Spornberger’s dressing.
This is the streusel topping for the sweet potatoes. Everyone’s lucky it made it to the table. So yummy!
I brined the turkey, which was new to me, but definitely made the turkey extra-yummy! The kids and I ate here and Trey took dinner to my parents motel for them. It just wasn’t the way I’d pictured our Thanksgiving meal, but I’ve accepted that. Like Marisa Tomei says in my favorite movie, Only You, “Life’s not like it is in the movies, is it?”
Forgive the whiny post. I really am grateful for so much. I’m especially thankful that I have a family to mourn loss of time with.