Crazy times at the Casa; after an amazing recovery from her last downturn, Oba has taken another drastic turn for the worst.
I’ve been through this before, when my dad passed due to some crazy combination of Alzhiemers and dementia. You have no choice but to keep on living life, but the reality of it is that the whole house keeps subconsciously listening for a clock that keeps on ticking.
But this time it’s different, it’s not happening at a sterile health care facility that we can leave to go get a Frosty or something, but right here where we live.
Where the dogs hang out.
Where they squirt unbidden through the door into Oba’s area at the slightest opportunity, and Titus quietly keeps vigil when they leave.
Then you load the Jude factor into the equation a couple of days a week, and see Oba light up like a Christmas tree. Wait a minute; maybe the inevitable passage is not quite as imminent as we initially thought?
It really doesn’t matter. Whether it’s days, weeks, or months, it’s all just a matter of time. But that applies to all of us, no matter what mile-marker we’re at on our on particular journeys; and it’s all about the journey.
But what do I know? I’m not well versed in the matters of theology. Much of my belief system is based on a mix of old time religion and quotes from Lonesome Dove, “its not dyin’ I’m taking about, it’s living!” And this I do believe, and that during that “living” part, that we all have a purpose. But we only retain that purpose, a rudder if you will, as long as we can maintain the slightest forward momentum. Even a fish can drown in the very substance meant to sustain it unless it keeps pointed into the current to keep the water flowing over the gills. Of course that takes some effort, but what good thing doesn’t?
Keep pointed upstream, and I’ll see you on the other side.
