“Good” being relative, of course.
My husband joined me up in Oregon for the past three days. My aunt and uncle (relatives I like!) were here for about two days. It was good to have all of them here.
My aunt and uncle have known my dad for more than 35 years, so it was nice that they could talk about old times and laugh with him. They also distracted my mother, which is great.
My husband is very sweet and made me feel better. He always dotes on me, and back home I’m sometimes like, “Dude, don’t pinch my cheeks while I am studying.” Here it was much appreciated, especially since I haven’t seen him in two weeks. He just now reached our apartment in SF.
It was also good for my nieces to have more people around. My nieces were basically attached to my husband’s hip the entire time he was here. They can’t pronounce his (Turkish) name, so they call him “Uncle Screw”, which is only slightly like his name. Of course, we all find this hilarious.
He was shocked when he saw how frail my dad is, and got a little teary-eyed. I am sort of used to what my dad looks like now (until I sort of forget and it catches me off-guard.) Sometimes I will see my brother in the corner of my eye and think he’s my dad.
Dad is almost always on his hospital bed in the den, watching TV and drifting in and out of sleep. Sometimes he’ll get up and walk around, but not often. He eats about half a cup of oatmeal a day, not much else. Every once and a while he will get a craving for something, like a Reese’s peanut butter cup, and will nibble at it.
I miss my husband, and don’t know when I will see him again. The plan is to stay here while my dad is alive, so everything is up in the air.