Posts Tagged ‘Life’

Mortality checks

Mr. Yenta’s father did pass away as it seemed he might. We got down to Florida just in time. Mr. Yenta, his brother and sister-in-law and I flew down together, picked Mom up and rushed over to the hospital to say good-bye – sort of. No one’s sure if he knew we were there, but we hope that he sensed it. That was Monday night and he died at about 3 AM Tuesday morning. He was 90 and although he was admitted to the hospital with pneumonia he really died of a total system shut down more than anything. Died of old age is what it really was. He did pretty well. A long life well lived. He was loved by his family and well regarded by just about anyone who knew him. Can’t ask for much more in this life.

Dad was in the news business from the time he was 17 until he retired, about 49 years later, with four years out for WWII. He worked for the same organization the whole time, working his way up from copy boy to senior copy editor of a major publication. At work he came to be regarded and somewhat ferocious. At home – not ferocious in the least. Once in a while, though, he did mention his low regard for graduates from journalism school. He wasn’t a famous journalist, but he certainly was a seasoned one. His death was sandwiched in between two more famous names in different areas of the media.

One the hour and a half drive from the airport to Mom’s place we listened to reminiscences about Jim McKay on the car radio. We all remembered him from Wide World of Sports and various Olympics at the least. He’d died over the weekend. He was a couple of years younger than Dad. All part of the long good-bye to the Greatest Generation.

Upon arriving home we learned that Tim Russert had just died. Did not see that one coming at all. Fifty-eight. Prime of life and, in his case, career. My exact age. WTF, Tim? I’m sorry for his whole family, but especially Big Russ. And Mrs. Big Russ if she’s still with us. We know Big Russ alive and well because Terry McAuliffe had to be corrected on Meet the Press when he made the unfortunate assumption that Big Russ was keeping up with current events from Heaven. Really awkward moment there. Although it’s pretty great to have a son who is incredibly successful and famous and then he writes a book about you – in a good way – to boot, but any father in the world would rather have his son outlive him and give up the rest if he was given a choice in the matter. This has got to be a very sad Father’s Day for Big Russ.


Back on the life-cycle

We’ll be gone for a few days. My father-in-law is in the process of dying and we’re heading to Florida this afternoon. On the one hand, this totally sucks. The world won’t be as good a place without him. On the other hand, he’s 90. His mind has been as sharp as ever the whole time but his body’s been checking out for a while. I don’t know which way is worse. My mother did it the other way, sort of. Her body was having plenty of trouble but her mind left the building first.  That wasn’t good either. It was pretty horrible as a matter of fact. My father simply up and died all at once. In the middle of laughter, joking and conversation, actually. Those were his favorite things besides food. That was the best way to go, but at 69 it was way too early.

In the end, it goes so fast that it always feels like it’s too soon to lose someone you care about.

Is it over yet?

Fender BenderYou know those times in life when nothing seems to go right? I’m not talking about the very worst ones. A least I hope not.  We’re just in one of those sucky periods where you think, “Well, thank God that’s over. Now we can get back to normal.” and then something else happens.  Those periods come and go all through life. It’s a fact of existence  that makes mortality seem logical.  That’s how it’s gone for us for the last  couple of weeks.

Finally, it seems that Mr. Yenta’s blood was flowing at an acceptable rate – and we had some fits and starts getting to that place.  I returned to work – for real – and he went back to his normal routine. That lasted a whole morning. Then he had a car accident. Not in our car. No, that would be too easy.  It was in our resident bass player’s car. The one who occupies our spare room. Mr Yenta and I share a single car and have done for years. It’s mostly a very manageable arrangement, but when the bass player is out of town, he lends Mr. Yenta his car. Of course, it’s an old car. It’s got no collision insurance on it. Whether it’s worth fixing is moot.  It’s not our car. Mr. Yenta borrowed it and now we have to make it right, so we’ll be paying considerably more than the bass player paid for the car to get it fixed. The bass player was very gracious about the whole thing, which was nice.

Then there’s Mr. Yenta’s CT Scan next week. I’m sure it’ll be fine. But let’s just say that when you’re down one kidney you get a little jumpy when they say they need a better look at the other one.

Tomorrow we’ll be babysitting our two year old grandson for the entire day. That’s exhausting but cheering. He’s a very cute kid. Pleasant, too. Not really a very terrible two. I just hope that our black cloud clears up so we don’t screw anything up while we’re taking care of him. We’re not feeling like the luckiest people to be around right now. On the other hand, things have been much worse and ended up all right.  I’m really just posting all this to vent a little, and also because the suckiness has kept me too busy to come up with a more interesting post.

Back to work tomorrow

Well, Mr. Yenta is allowed to drive now. His blood count is much improved and while he’ll still be going to the doctor a couple of times a week for a while he can be left to fend for himself now. It hasn’t exactly been a vacation, but it has been two weeks since I’ve been at work so I guess it’s time to go check in. I asked a co-worker if they’d given away my office and they hadn’t, but some ants did move in during my absence.  Tomorrow is looking like a long and very busy day, so it’s unlikely that I’ll get a post in. I hope I’ll at least find time to see what everyone else has to say.