Luckily, my day was broken up with a visit from Evie and her peanut. I felt like I probably wasn't the best company, but her visit helped put the morning's events in the past and let us start fresh. After Evie and son left, my kiddos and I napped for 2 hours which was great and then went to visit my dying grandmother.
My paternal grandmother has just days left. Like my maternal grandfather who died this past Easter Sunday, She has untreatable cancer and we've been watching her wither so gracefully for months now. She was so excited to meet #2 and she did and since then she's really really gone down hill. In fact, she hasn't eaten since Sunday and was barely conscious while I was there today. It's so sad, but since we all have to go sometime she doing it the best way possible it seems. Her pain is managed well and she has had lots of time to spend with her family over these last few months. She's at home and comfortable. What more could anyone ask for, I guess.
But knowing it's the end of one life really makes me appreciate these beginnings I witness everyday. What's a little toilet water going to hurt in the long run?