This past Monday I brought milkshakes to the hospital only to find out the chest pain that had brought Marty in the wee hours of the morning unveiled a lot more going on... He wouldn't be polishing off the milkshake nor able to undergo any operation to alleviate the problems so the decision was made to go home on palliative care. From almost losing him that Monday night, each consecutive day he appeared stronger, more talkative, witty, hungry, and even independent. The man rallied and gave us all almost another week with him.
Besides short visits to their home, I filled my week with attending a forum with our district's 3 candidates for the House of Representatives, viewing Mama Mia 2 with 10 of the Jazzercise gals (do note the Jazz hands), caught 4 more greedy mice in the garage,
made a new recipe of Zucchini Ravioli to share with Marty and his family, completed an overdue visit with my 91 year old friend, Jean, discussing everything from politics to family. That evening Natureman and I went to Moon Tunes to groove to MoTown favorites.
Natureman had a full day planned Friday for my birthday but one surprise he didn't expect was the joy of Natureman capturing of Raccoon #7. Unfortunately he also discovered our corn all gone...
Oh well, there was still
David dedicated Shangri-la to this bday girl... |
Sunday was a mixed bag as we received the call Marty had not awoken that morning... The early morning fog cleared and the skies were a beautiful blue.
But what happened there is absolutely amazing as it concerns, Jordy, their dog.

Sunday was one of those days we needed to be at more than one place so we headed to town. Peoplefest was going on with 3 organizations we belong to as sponsors.

The talent we saw was from China, Centro Latino, the Hmong Community and Congregation Sons of Abraham.
We ate our picnic dinner
and enjoyed the delightful presentations.
My birthday weekend wasn't quite over as Natureman had to leave for Tahara, the ritual bathing to prepare Marty for his burial. I, in turn worked on the condolence meal which will follow the burial.
What a birthday week to say the least and my heart is full.
One never knows when it will be our last day so we have to do everything we can to make the most of each day... Marty, we will miss you.
Beautiful, moving; thank you Karen. The awesomeness of Life, in all the meanings of that word. Your tributes to Marty, and Marty and Karol, were perfect. Thank you for helping with the Meal of Condolence. That dog knew what it was doing. Happy Birthday again. p.s. I saw you and Natureman holding hands at the AAUW Art Fare.
ReplyDeleteSuch an ocean of emotions to be lost in. It was sweet that Jordy knew to come and give you comfort. Peace be with you during this bittersweet time of celebration and loss.
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderful, my friend. Beautifully written. Marty will be missed.
ReplyDeleteI am so sorry Karols for your loss. It does appear you have a wonderful group of friends at your side. It says something about you and your husband.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written, Karen. "We have so many nice memories spent around the table sharing stories, jokes and life due to his bride Karol who made their house alive again with company." This is the best way to explain the joy in their home.
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