Today is November 23rd…and its about to pass like any other day.
My friend Jen came over a little while ago to help me with some fundraiser stuff. She is my go-to graphic designer, but also a rock of a friend who has been with us for many years. She shared an office with Vernon, after all…so she was deeply affected by his removal from life-as-we-knew-it. I suddenly remembered in the middle of our meeting that we should at least open a bottle of wine to celebrate the passage of this day. It’s the 18 month anniversary since the accident. I’m a big fan of the unbirthday, and a half year of anything has got to be marked.
What happens at 18 months? Well, the plan is still on for him to come visit on Thanksgiving. I’m mentally preparing for a whole new adventure of the wheelchair van. Eep! Its the first time his safety has been in my hands…but I’m trying not to be afraid and instead just feel excited!
After a phone call to the care home today, I was assured that yesterday’s news from the new ‘social worker’ was nothing to be worried over. Even the administrator didn’t know she was there, and the home had been receiving all sorts of complaints from family members after the weekend. So that was weird. But good now, I guess?
Anyway, thank you for sticking with our story for a whole year and a half. For all I know, one day we’ll look back and say these were merely the early days…
Here’s to another 18 months! If I know one thing is that I DON’T know where we will be then.
A very merry unbirthday to you, Vernon!