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Jan. 17th, 2011 05:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
seekingferretThis weekend was a tremendous emotional rollercoaster.
I should do it in order. That makes the most sense.
I flew to Chicago Friday morning, took the train into the downtown area and explored for a while, then went up north to my Shabbos host, a friend of the bride I'd met back in May when I went to visit her. We had a really, really nice Shabbos where I met new friends and spent time with old ones, ate well, drank well, told funny stories and enjoyed ourself.
Then after Shabbos I met up with Ringo. We went to Wicker Park for dinner, hipster watching, hunting in a used bookstore whose mystery section was a bank vault, and delicious hot chocolate. And that was lovely.
Sunday I watched football with some of my new friends and then went to my hotel room to change for the wedding and meet up with two friends from New York I was sharing the hotel room with.
The wedding was soooo beautiful and soooo fun. The bride and groom are so great together, there was amazing dancing and the wedding band was Golem, there was great food and there was... just the sharing of an important memory with people who are important to me. Someone said after the chupah "That was one of those moments when it just feels like everything is aligned right in the universe, like things are just all following the plan the way they were supposed to."
And then today happened.
I woke up an hour later than I'd planned, leaving myself only about an hour to get to the airport and catch my flight. It was crazy. I made it through security just in time to sprint across the airport and jump on to the plane at the final boarding call. And of course I was hung over, so the plane ride was no fun on my stomach. My dad screwed up the time he was supposed to pick me up at the airport, so I waited an hour in the baggage claim for him to show up. It just seemed like one of those days where nothing was going right.
Then, on the drive home my dad got a call from the nursing home my grandmother's been living at for the past three months, and we learned that after six weeks of dramatic deterioration in her condition, she passed away this morning.
It's been an overwhelming day. I've been trying to be there to help my dad with anything he needs. We've known it was coming for a while, but that can't prepare you for the event. I saw her for a minute before they brought her to the funeral home and... it hits you. I don't have words for it. I don't think anyone does.
I should do it in order. That makes the most sense.
I flew to Chicago Friday morning, took the train into the downtown area and explored for a while, then went up north to my Shabbos host, a friend of the bride I'd met back in May when I went to visit her. We had a really, really nice Shabbos where I met new friends and spent time with old ones, ate well, drank well, told funny stories and enjoyed ourself.
Then after Shabbos I met up with Ringo. We went to Wicker Park for dinner, hipster watching, hunting in a used bookstore whose mystery section was a bank vault, and delicious hot chocolate. And that was lovely.
Sunday I watched football with some of my new friends and then went to my hotel room to change for the wedding and meet up with two friends from New York I was sharing the hotel room with.
The wedding was soooo beautiful and soooo fun. The bride and groom are so great together, there was amazing dancing and the wedding band was Golem, there was great food and there was... just the sharing of an important memory with people who are important to me. Someone said after the chupah "That was one of those moments when it just feels like everything is aligned right in the universe, like things are just all following the plan the way they were supposed to."
And then today happened.
I woke up an hour later than I'd planned, leaving myself only about an hour to get to the airport and catch my flight. It was crazy. I made it through security just in time to sprint across the airport and jump on to the plane at the final boarding call. And of course I was hung over, so the plane ride was no fun on my stomach. My dad screwed up the time he was supposed to pick me up at the airport, so I waited an hour in the baggage claim for him to show up. It just seemed like one of those days where nothing was going right.
Then, on the drive home my dad got a call from the nursing home my grandmother's been living at for the past three months, and we learned that after six weeks of dramatic deterioration in her condition, she passed away this morning.
It's been an overwhelming day. I've been trying to be there to help my dad with anything he needs. We've known it was coming for a while, but that can't prepare you for the event. I saw her for a minute before they brought her to the funeral home and... it hits you. I don't have words for it. I don't think anyone does.
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Date: 2011-01-19 02:20 am (UTC)