We’re heading back to the farm this weekend to do the holiday thing with my side of the family. I’ve been dreading going back for a couple weeks now. If we stay down here it doesn’t seem much different, when I go back there it’s going to be right in my face and there’s no escaping the fact he’s gone. Maybe Sammy will offer some form of distraction…hell maybe it will storm here tonight so we can’t go, but then we’d just go in the morning. Frankly I’d rather drive tonight in a little blowing snow than in the morning. We’re taking my truck anyhow…so no worries!
I interviewed for a job at NDSU here last week. It sounds like a very nice position, and something my mish mash of different techy experience is tailored for. The waiting is driving me nuts though. In addition I’m not all that wild about what I’m doing right now. I sit at a desk all day and adjust permissions for users and groups in a specific internally developed application. Don’t get me wrong, the people I work with are very friendly and fun to bullshit with, the company itself seems really good. I’d only been here for a week and they gave me (and my training group) a holiday bonus. Granted it wasn’t much, but the gesture was sure appreciated and showed the character of this place. The benefits are really good…pay isn’t what I want but there’s room to move up. The work is just so unchallenging. It reminds me of farming. If you sit down and explain to someone everything your doing while your sitting in the cab it doesn’t sound like you have time to breathe…but when you actually do it, it’s very very very boring. There is so much time to just think. Maybe that’s what I don’t like, I have so much time (even when I’m immersed in work) to let my mind wander…and it always wanders to the same subject. I can force myself to ponder something else and stay focused on that, but once I relent BLAMO I’m back to the same topic.
You hear it a lot in movies and songs…people either happy they made it back to be with a loved one at the end, or so upset that they werenâ??t. Well, I was there at the bitter end and let me tell you…it’s sure not something I recommend. I wasn’t there when my grandmother died and I’ve never regretted it for a day. I spent so much time with her growing up (I lived with her during sports seasons in high school) that she knew I loved her, I knew she loved me…neither of us had to say it. Without actually seeing her pass or in the coffin I have never been troubled by that memory. The images I have are her strong, albeit wrinkled, hands slapping down against the arm of her Lazy-Boy “KODY ALAN!” The memory of a strong sassy woman is what I’ll take to my grave. The only image of Kc I can recall 90% of the time though is him expiring in his chair and how he looked in the coffin. It drives me nuts; he was hardly the same person in the last month that he was the previous 22 years. I’m not saying I shouldn’t have been there…but there needs to be a delete button somewhere so I can erase the pictures of those 2 days.
I’m sure he was gone by the time I was giving the ambulance directions…but it took them about an hour to get out to the house from town. It’s a 30min drive if you take your time. I realize there is a lot more then just driving out to the house involved…they had to come from wherever they were in to the hospital, get in the ambulance then try to decipher the directions (although with the 911 addresses and GPS that should totally be a non issue). It wouldn’t have made any difference unless they had been there before we made the phone call…but it’s still disappointing. He probably should have been in the hospital anyhow, but it all happened within 24hrs. He went from being weak to not being able to move on his own. Just minuets before, we were discussing having the ambulance come out and put him in the hospital…. but honestly that would only have gained us a few hours possibly a day at the most. It would have pissed him off to no end, and possibly prolonged whatever he was going through. Maybe that’s why he went the way he did. We were all right there, and he was just done.
Gonna be a ruff weekend I’m afraid. See ya next year
