Back in the Bogs

(Love. December 2007. © Robin)

M and I are home.

I don’t feel like writing much about our trip, at least not now. Suffice it to say it was not as expected.

My mother is in the hospital. My father called me about an hour after we left home on Saturday to tell me she’d had a heart attack.

Her illness is not good at all, but our timing was. We were headed in that direction as part of our trip, going back to the scene of M’s sabbatical. A work visit for him, and a birthday outing to Longwood Gardens for me. Needless to say, we had to rearrange a few things. Thank goodness we were already going out that way.

Mom’s situation is complicated, and even if it wasn’t I don’t suppose she’d appreciate me putting too much information out here. It’s her story to tell. I’m just glad I got to visit with her while we were out there. This is one of those times when I wish we lived closer.

I don’t know if I’ll be staying here in the Bogs for long or heading back east. I’m going to hope and pray for the best.

I love you, Mom.