Has been another tough one.
My 93 year old Nan has just made a huge decision. She has decided to move from her little unit into assisted care this. And she has been talking about making the move for a while now, so it shouldn't be a big surprise.
Up until Christmas, she was super independent - she was still driving, doing her shopping, still cooking cakes + scones, still able to live independently.
But it is all happening far too quickly for me.
I left my house today, my front porch full of her pot plants. My house smells of geraniums. I went up to her unit to pick up the toys that my kids leave there to play with every Friday after they have stuffed their faces full of the sweet treats she bakes for us.
But her little unit while full of her things, it is empty. Her essence is not in that unit anymore.
I popped in to see her + new room. Her friends are popping in to visit, her pictures are on the wall. Soon it will be hers.
But not yet.
I can't even figure out how I feel at the moment, I can home + hugged Mac + the kids. Then I locked myself in the studio + painted.
I think this sums it up… Today...
Once Nan settles in + it becomes the new normal, I am sure that these churning feelings will dissipate. And in my heart, I know this is what she wants - she lives life on her own terms. Always has.
Have a great weekend.