Not gonna lie; 2022 was not a good year. Good things
happened, maybe – but overall, it was hard.
January – I got news that my team would be transferring from
supporting the contact center within the center to a corporate role, adding support
to new departments. This was a great opportunity for more visibility and
furthering my 20-year plan (now 9 years into it), but it also meant leaving the
best boss I’ve ever had. The results have been mixed.
February – It was time to plan my travel for the year. I’d tentatively
planned to spend 6 months or so dipping in and out of Eastern Canada to work on
my list of PTSBID. Instead, I got a call from my youngest sister, not unusual
we chat frequently, but in the course of it she said Mom was really not doing
well and last time she’d seen her see just “looked so small”. Of course, that
prompted me to change everything and just plan to go home until the end.
March – March is always a month of errands. I renew everything
– storage unit, po box, car registration, etc., go to all the doctors, and
finalize lodging. My niece got married and had the most beautiful dress I’ve
seen in a long time. What I learned over the next few months is that she is a fashion
icon. I love her style.
April – I spent 4 days driving to Utah. Quarantined, and
then visited my mom. The last time I’d seen her was the previous December (December
4, 2021, in fact), and it was a day where she didn’t know who anyone was and
even who she was. I cried all the way to New Mexico. I missed her two last really
good days – when her Christmas decorations were set up in 2021 and her 75th
birthday just a few weeks before. She was still Mom, but she didn’t recognize
me (although she knew she had family visiting from Texas), and she wasn’t
making a whole lot of sense. My first grandnephew was blessed during this time
as well. I sat with Mom so Dad could be there for this special occasion. His
first great-grandson.
May/June – I tried to see my mom every weekend during this
time. She was various levels of confused. I could tell she knew what she wanted
to say but couldn’t say it. She’d use words that she read, or numbers in
sentences and it broke my heart. I told her repeatedly how much I loved her. During
this time, she was also seeing people who weren’t there. I told her quietly
that when her son came for her – she could go with him. I’d be okay. Her family
would miss her, but we would all be okay. We had an appointment with her doctor
(virtually) at the beginning of May. We talked about starting home health care
so Mom and Dad could get extra support.
On Memorial Day, Mom felt up to going to visit the cemetery.
I drove down and getting her into the car was an adventure. But again, it was
nice to see the family and to be able to participate in other family tradition
one last time. It was a rainy, drizzly day, but we got to see some extended
family at the Bountiful Cemetery, got a surprise facetime from my niece in
Missouri, and I got some nice pictures of Mom.
One Saturday, I showed up after a couple of difficult days.
I insisted that my dad get out of the house for a little while. That day on my
own with my mom was one of the best and worst days I had with her. I started
with playing Christmas music (her favorite!) and talking about childhood
memories. She was the clearest during this conversation than I’d seen her in a
long time. Later, she had an incident and did not want to cooperate. I got it
taken care of, but we both ended up in tears. I cried all the way home.
The next week, COVID finally found me. I was totally in
denial for the first few days (and also testing negative). Wednesday evening, I
felt like I was getting sick and by Thursday morning I was super sick. It felt
like really bad cold/flu. I tested negative and worked both Thursday and
Friday. On Friday, in every conference call someone would ask, “Are you ok? You
don’t sound well.” My response was always, “No, I’m very, very sick.”
Finally on Saturday morning, I tested positive with a home
test. Again, denial. That test had sat in a cold mailbox for a couple of day,
which can reduce effectiveness. My company still offered COVID PTO days during
this time but required a lab test – so I made an appointment and did a drive-through
test.
On Sunday, I was emailed the positive result. I ended up
taking the next 2 or 3 days off and put myself on a pretty strict regimen of
cold/flu medicines to mitigate the symptoms. Then I slept, coughed, repeatedly
testing my oxygen levels, used so much Kleenex, and just was sick. I lost my
taste and smell – which was the weirdest thing. I was in a split-level Airbnb
and every day I would Door Dash tomato basil soup from somewhere and that was
pretty much all I ate. Walking down the 5 steps to the front door to pick up my
order (after the driver was totally gone, obviously) nearly knocked me out every
time.
I thoroughly cleaned and sanitized that Airbnb when I left;
I also left 2 days earlier than scheduled so the place could just sit. I didn’t
want to accidentally infect someone else who came to turn it over or the next
guest. That effort was a lot. Now, it’s a blur and I feel like all I remember
was sitting on the stairs, trying not to cry because crying leads to coughing.
My next move was to Pocatello. It was close enough to come
down every few weekends, but not in the crazy Airbnb market that is Utah. I hadn’t
tested negative yet but was feeling better. At least until I got to Pocatello
and unloaded my car. That was maybe overdoing it. I was back to being very sick
for a few days after. The next week I finally tested negative. During this time,
I prayed a lot that the last time I saw Mom wouldn’t be the last time I saw my mom.
July – I came down for Independence Day weekend. It was nice
to be able to see the whole family. Most of my nubbins were able to come by for
at least part of the day.
Things were getting serious with my mom. She was now on
hospice, and the decline was noticeable each time I saw her.
We lost her on July 21st. The thing I will remember
most about that week is the range of emotions all packed into one. I was struck
most by how beautiful and peaceful her death had been. How much she would’ve
loved having her family gathered. How joyous her reunion on the other side of
the veil must have been. Her son, her parents, generations of loved ones
waiting to welcome her. I was sad; I still am – I miss her terribly, but also
how “good” her death was and how I would wish it on everyone.
August – Mom’s visitation was Monday, August 1st.
I was feeling pretty numb during this time. Given how much I cry on a regular basis
I definitely expected more tears than I shed. It was actually a great experience.
I loved seeing family and friends that I haven’t seen in years. I I loved
hearing others talk about how great my mom is. It was sad, to be sure, but it
was also joyful.
Her funeral was August 2, 2022. It was beautiful. Exactly
what she would’ve wanted. As we left the cemetery one of my nieces commented
that she didn’t want to leave – that we couldn’t leave Grandma there by herself,
all alone. All I could say is, “She isn’t here anymore, not really. She’s
coming with us. Do you think she’d miss a good funeral lunch?”
I took the rest of the week off work and spent time with the
family. We cleaned out Mom’s closet, went through her jewelry, and just hung
out.
September – This month was especially hard. I was there in
that house only because my mom was dying. And now I was stuck. That cute little
house on Gray Ave could never be anything else than the place I stayed while
Mom was dying. No happy memories there. I was glad to leave in mid-October.
October – In mid-October I started back. I decided to stop
in St Louis to visit my niece, but because it was a drive all weekend and work
all week situation it took a while. My first stop was overnight in Cheyenne,
WY. From there I drove to Nowheresville, NE. This little town in Nebraska
reminded me of my hometown while I was growing up. Kind of stuck in time.
Next stop was Kansas City, for some good BBQ.
November – I rolled into St. Louis on my birthday. I wasn’t
exactly sure where my niece would be, so this part of the plan had some
contingencies built in. She’d been transferred to IL, so I drove about 3 hours
to spend a few days in her area.
I went to church on Sunday and got to visit with her a
little. I gave her a little frame of flowers from Grandma’s funeral to have
with her, and we made plans to meet for dinner the next day. She suggested a
burger place that was really good. It was so good to get to see and spend time
with her.
Back to St Louis for a few days, and then off to Little Rock,
AR. I was in Little Rock over Thanksgiving. I’d made a restaurant reservation
to have a traditional dinner, but when I went to leave my car wouldn’t start.
Dead Battery. It was raining really hard and despite the hotel clerk helping me
out and offering to jump start, I was leery about leaving and having my car not
start again. So instead, I had a sad Thanksgiving of random stuff from the hotel
market. The next day, I called AAA, and they came to replace my battery. The AAA
Tech said he didn’t think I needed a new battery, that the rapid temperature
changes over the last few days had probably just drained the battery. He jumpstarted
it and told me to drive around for an hour or so and it should be fine. So far,
it has been. (Although, I bought a little portable jump starter to keep in my
car going forward so I don’t get stranded somewhere.)
From Little Rock I drove to back to TX, Tyler to be
specific. I stayed at a questionable little Airbnb with the scariest heating
system I’ve ever seen. It had this weird open flame mounted to a wall with a
gas line situation that scared me to death. Luckily, I didn’t die in a gas explosion
so…. Win.
December – back to College Station. It’s good to be home. I
decided this year I would do several advent calendars so I could have a little
surprise gift every day. I did a wine advent, Godiva chocolate, Walker’s
shortbread, and Sugarfina. I’d also bought a Sugarfina sampler that also had 24
types of candy, so I counted it and had two Sugarfina treats. December was
hard. I missed Mom so much and so many things reminded me of her. I typically
don’t do a “big” Christmas – or any holiday really – and this year was no
different. But literally everything reminded me of Mom. I gave in to grief and
her memory by buying a poinsettia and gave in to nostalgia and bought a bubble
light night light that reminds me of the ones the Barkers used to have on their
tree.
I rang in the new year watching something. I can’t even remember
– and I was up past midnight, because I am every day, but I didn’t watch any
NYE celebrations or the ball drop. I didn’t cross anything off the PTSBID list
or vacation anywhere. Hoping for a better 2023.