So, it's been a few weeks. I lost my Dad and my beloved dog/child, Ginger, within the same week. That sucked. I feel blessed that I was at my Dad's side throughout his passing, and incredibly guilty that I was not here in New Mexico to be with my husband for Ginger's passing. It was basically the worst week ever.
Being an RN by the bedside of a person dying and being at the side of a person you love dying are two very different things. Massively different. My RN self got in the way of my daughter self grieving, and I think, still is. I feel like I "got over" the death of my father way too fast, but in the last couple of weeks, realize that I haven't got over anything, and the sad and painful parts keep creeping in at that weirdest times and making me cry and scaring me.
So there's that.
We got a new dog, Maddie, who I adore. She's a sweetheart, and she brings me great comfort and joy.
But I miss Ginger, and am still so sad that her ending was so sudden and that I wasn't here to hold her, or my poor husband who had to have her put down without me being here.
It's been a really shitty March, ya'll. I'll be back when I've got more of my shit together.