When It Rains...

I received a phone call at 6:30 am- I knew it was bad news. Hub and I were sleeping soundly, with no alarm set...no hurry this morning. I had even made him breakfast to heat up- oats with cream, vanilla, cinnamon and brown sugar. "An easy day" I thought. Wrong.
Chuck's maternal grandmother had passed last night. I knew someone had passed when the phone rang, and once I overheard the "Mom?", I knew it was his grandmother. She has been suffering with a brain tumor for way-too-long. (Actually, how long is an appropriate time to suffer?) I have spent the past 20 minutes on the net, searching for the pefect bouquet to send. Sometimes I feel like the most wonderful thing that I am is C's wife.
It's an awful season for death. Baby Q's death was just a year ago, along with my own paternal grandfather. This year, it's Grandma G and Ray Charles. (I am not forgetting the fmr. prez, rather I am not mourning a man that considered ketchup a food suitable for school lunches.)
I am now off to make arrangements and preparations, supporting my hub and new fam. Trips to the dry cleaners, making oatmeal cookies for the hub, lasagnas maybe for his mother and grandfather. Please, send me strength...I need it. I am so wiped out from "Contraction Jackson" as I now call my son. One after another, day after day- Maddie did this too...I guess my uterus likes a long, slow warm-up! Too much to do, and often panting through it.