*sigh*

So, its Sunday afternoon.  I arrived back home again last night, and it seems.... unreal.  My Dad was never ever not in the house whenever I arrive, almost always up and waiting for me.   haha as if I was a teenager!!
Yes, he used to do that :)

But its surreal, lots of sitting around as if waiting for someone to come home.

Decisions aren't easy to make.  You don't want to offend or cause Mom any grief.  But at the same time, stuff needs to happen.  There are things that need to be done.  When I got home, Dad's hospital bed was in the same spot.  It was hard to believe that I'd only been here a week ago.  And I wondered why they left the bed there?   Only because no one came to pick it up.  But jeepers, it was so difficult for Mom to look at that empty bed --- I'm sure she was remembering every moment.  

My sister and I took things in hand when we discovered they wouldn't be arriving to remove the bed today.  We had my nephew and a co-worker come over and disassemble the bed and move it to the garage; to put all the furniture back in all the right places.  Then vacuumed and aired out the rooms with some fresh outdoor air.  We did all this while my Aunt took her for a short walk (so that she didn't have to see it, or feel that she needed to help!)

Otherwise, its been a long day, trying to coordinate the family coming here.  Of course, my own kids want to be here, but such an ordeal trying to get things accomplished.  I am up in the air what to do with my pug, Sadie.  Doggie hotel?  In home sitter?  Someone willing to drive over and let her out twice a day?  Feed her?  I'm ... stumped.   The doggie hotel wants $100 for 4 days.  Another issue:  are her shots up to date?? I'm certain they are, but since I am not home, I cannot check ..... UGH.

I know things will work out as they need be.
*sigh*