Glen's mom Netty passed away last evening. She died quickly, did not suffer long and I believe was ready to go and to join Bob (Babe for the relatives reading this.) Poor Kev especially is rather shell shocked... in 18 months he's lost a grandfather, 2 grandmothers, and uncle and the dad he used to have. Add in the anticipation of knowing that Glen has a terminal illness and yeah.. it sucks.
Glen's reaction has been .. well.. interesting. But isn't everything with Glen. He had gone to bed knowing his mom wasn't doing well, so when he heard me on the phone with Mark he came downstairs (a little unnerving for me since he'd already had all his psych and sleeping meds!!) I told him what had happened and he sat on the couch with me for a while with his head on my shoulder, then went back to bed.
This morning he came downstairs as usual and when I asked how he was doing and if he was feeling too sad he just very matter of factly said, "No. It was inevitable." The FTD causes something called "emotional flattening" and it is my observation and belief that while he is sad on some level.. he does not have the cummulative effect of all the recent losses that the rest of us are dealing with. I described it to a couple of friends as fitting with that whole dealing with a tall 4 year old thing. "Oh. Mom died. That's sad. What's for dinner." Today he was back to his normal patterns, including going looking for his friend at just about 3:30... same snipe hunt every day. I was ready to up his meds if he needed extra, but really.. nothing's changed.
So it's a dark gloomy day and Kev & I are in dark gloomy moods. Luckily, no workmen today. They start installing the floor tomorrow.. hopefully they'll get it done quickly and then I think we'll take a break from upgrades for a little bit while we reassemble the family room and get Glen's room set up.
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