The Final Homecoming

             June was unaccountably hot if I recall.  But I must admit my recollections of the last year are extremely suspect.  That aside I remember this day.

     A joyous day.  My sister was to come home.  New and improved.  New attitude.

     I'd never actually been to this place in the daytime before.  The parking is completely full.  What with staff, day patients and the ilk.  I had to park way in the back on some grassy lot.  As asked I'd picked up some cookies for the staff and a gift or 2.

     I arrived at her room.  She wasn't there.  This room looked out onto a courtyard.  She had wheeled herself, a very good thing, outside.  She was just passing the window and I was glad.  I really thought this was the time she'd come through.  

     I'll spare the little details of the goodbyes.  The arduous task of lugging stuff from the room to the car.  

     Not sure I'd mentioned it.  I'd made her a poster, I ran a print shop.  It was of the B.I.L. and the dog.  Something to cheer the room up.  She loved it.  Still have that too.

     Got her home and situated, keeping the positive talk up.  She was going to be on the ball.  Just give her 2 days to adjust, get some quality sleep.  It sounded so good.

Trying to straighten this out and find the thread

         Okay the line is entirely convoluted.  As am I with the order of things.  I started reading from where I got the flu and forward.  Things are muddled but we will sally forth.

     You see I'm at odds as to the times when she was in the rehab center.  Brother in Law assures me it was all this year.  I'm not so sure.  But it's been busy.

     Okay the knee injury is decidedly after the flu.  See if I can work this out on the fly.  Far as I can remember she had 3 rooms so 3 visits.  He says 4.

     I can recall the first one somewhat.  That might have ended with the trip to the hospital.  Nothing memorable about that one.  This may have been the missing link.  The one that she got sent back to the hospital.  Upon being released it was recommended that she go to rehab.  She refused.  Got here home.  Half an hour later I called the ambulance.

     The second was about the time of the flu and knee injury.  She'd actually made a friend, dude in the room next to her.  He got her more involved in the center.  She got to know some people there.  She always had the knack for making friends.

    Okay I think I've pulled some threads together.  We'll start with her coming home on June 26 tomorrow.

Sitting here.

    Sitting here in a chair.  I'm of 3 different minds.  




1.)  Continue to the point of when the last post occurred.  

2.)  Just explain it and end this blog.

3.)  Start a new blog because this one is now compromised.

     Number 3 is the most interesting.  After all one of the driving forces that got us here was that MySpace had been compromised.  The new one is a little more complicated but inherently lazy.

     Number 2.  I've thought about it.  Start afresh.  Meaning that I am at a new chapter and a new point in my life.  Or at least very close to it.  So why not a new one?

     Number 1.  As a story teller I think my silent audience deserves the tale.  It's been a puzzle to me, maybe because I write very raw.  Or maybe I just am able to put things into words.  Or perhaps this somehow makes people feel like they're not alone.

     By the way I'm at work and writing this.  Officially before I'm on the clock so it's okay.  I think we will go with all 3 choices.  In order.  Stay tuned who knows if I change my mood.

Death

     My sister has passed.  I'll not be able to keep up the posts as promised.  Sorry.  Will let you know when I'm back.

Synopsis to cover the knee stuff.

     That first night, I remember having no pain.  I was concerned about that.  I had no real issues. 5 months or so in the future I don't remember if I'd started cooking again or not.

     The rest of the week continued well enough.  By the end something was new.  Brother in law was now having to leave very early.  He was working back where my sisters previous hospital was.  See other entries.

     So I was to take care of the dog and such.  We quickly established a routine.  About 6  it was outside time.  Or for her it was free time for 15 min.  

     We'd go out back, carefully making sure not to lock my stupid self out of the house.  She'd go first and me following with a cup of coffee.  Oh yes, coffee and I are still very much an item.

     I remember it being a pleasant spring.  There was still space for me to hobble around.  From that bit of weeding I'd done and that my brother in law helped with.  

     We had a thing where we'd split the yard.  She'd spend the first 7 or so minutes on one side then we'd switch.  The birds obliged us with tunes.  The sky with clouds and such.  Oh Spring mornings, there is pure magic still left in thee.  (Remember I'm stating this in the beginning of November.)

     After that I'd lock the house down.  Slowly amble out to my car and go to work.  Since I couldn't go to the gym I had loads of time.  So, if I've covered this the readers and I have forgotten.

     I broke down and downloaded a game on my IPhone.  It was free so why not eh?  

     Park at work, hobble inside.  Store my stuff at my desk.  Go to the cafeteria and get a cup of tea.  Then to my booth where my leg could be properly elevated until it was time to go to work.  

     I admit to enjoying this routine.  In fact I would still be doing it now, but we'll get to that in a few months I suppose.  Poor buggers you.

     Happily I was still able to keep my hours and the drive home was no crucible.  So I continued.

Am I becoming one of them......

     I don't know.  What do I mean by them?  Them, yes we'll keep the word like it is, is a reflection.  I've spoken of it before.  When one blogs a lot and suddenly falls off.

     The biggest reason I don't feel I qualify as one of the 'Them' is that I am blatantly unapologetic about it.

     The sad part is what you are all missing out on.  And I've only reached the first day of work on the knee injury, and that was 4 or 5 months ago.  

     It would be to cumbersome a task to just pick up here.  And the little cohesion you ever found in these words would really be messed up.  And yet, a few still come in hopes of a word or 2.

     So we'll just have to try.  Let's open with a double entry as I've decided against the gym this morning.