On Saturday I left my children and husband and flew to Arizona. I have determined that I am dependent on my dependents. I didn't love flying by myself. Waiting in the airport I had to haul my luggage with me everywhere, no older kids to watch it for me, and I lost my good seat at the gate when I had to go the bathroom. Then on the plane I had to sit by strangers and that makes me feel anxious and uncomfortable. Especially when the stranger randomly elbows you with no apology. BUT overall it went smoothly and I doodled on my tablet (and wondered if I was being judged for my unicorn screen saver and minecraft home screen) and I read a book and I ate my sandwich and made it safe and sound in Arizona.
Sunday morning Mike and I made our journey to New Mexico to our Aunt Ragena's home- my mom was already in New Mexico. We had a smooth journey there thanks to his amazing driving skills and once there we got good hugs from our Aunt, enjoyed some visiting and took a walk around her neighborhood.
Monday we got to work pretty quickly. Mike worked on the yard, I helped shred papers and my mom went through things in David's old room and the office. Around lunchtime Ragena's friend came over and I heard her ask Ragena if this was stressing her out and if she needed to leave. Aunt Ragena said a little bit and mentioned the difficulty of making decisions. It hit me at that moment that even though this was work for us, it was emotionally hard on Ragena. So after a conversation with my mom we decided to stop going through her things and just spend time with her. It was a good choice.
That afternoon, while Mike was taking a trip to the dump with Ragena's friend, I had a really good conversation with my Aunt and mom. We talked about when "mountains" don't move, about faith, about her struggle with cancer and mine with the loss of Isaac. It was a conversation full of tears but it was a good conversation. Sometimes it might seem like Ragena is in denial about her terminal diagnosis but I think it's just her head knows it but her heart has trouble letting go of hope. I felt that feeling after my first disappointing ultrasound. I knew I had lost Isaac but my heart hoped maybe a miracle would happen at the second ultrasound. Aunt Ragena did talk about visiting us after she died and I weirdly liked that because it feels like than I don't really have to say goodbye. Maybe I have some denial issues too?
Tuesday Mike and I took Aunt Ragena's car into town for regular check up and we waited 2 hours for it. There was a super fun Western show playing in their waiting room. When they finally finished up with the car we picked up some Chick-Fil-A for lunch and then visited the National Atomic Museum in Albuquerque. The museum was pretty interesting but some of the science behind it was a little over my head. Mike really enjoyed it and I wish Tyler had been there, he would have enjoyed it too. I got sad looking at the destruction from the bombs. I hate how some leaders' greed for power cost so many innocent lives.