Giving in to the Crackberry and other life things
July 20th, 2008I wouldn’t say I’m a sell out for starting to carry around a Blackberry. Because I didn’t buy it. While part of me kind of hates it, the rest of me loves it. Google talk? Anywhere! Internet? Anywhere! Twitter? Yes! E-mail? Well, anywhere I feel like reading it.
I think my favorite thing to do to waste time is get directions to some favorite spot in a far off place with the GPS Mapper thinger.
Tomorrow my boyfriendy-partner-bot is going with his dad to pick out a cemetery plot. I don’t envy him the task at all. In fact, I couldn’t imagine it – and since my parents secured plots when they were in their 30s, I will never have to imagine it.
I’m really struggling to find the right words to say to someone who has a parent on the verge of death. The right words fail me. I think part of the reason is the amount of negativity towards the doctors, and hospitals, and any care giver. Not my boyfriend-bot’s, but the rest of his family. They are selfishly trying to hold on to their wife and mom, and blaming anyone who can’t save her – when all the saving that could have been done has been done. I think he’s more emotionally affected by their anger than about his mom’s pretty much imminent death. I’m being as supportive as I can be given my lack of experience in this arena.
It’s not fun, and I’m hoping that buying a burial plot is the acceptance stage for the family patriarch and the brother unit. I guess the stages of grief do include denial, anger, and then acceptance. There’s been a lot of anger and denial. A bit of bargaining too.
One thing I’m totally grateful for is boyfriend-bot’s availability throughout this whole year-long nightmare for him and his family. Even though I know he wants to spend as much time by his mom’s side as he can, and I support that wholeheartedly, we still have weekends like this where we hang out with each other and go farmer’s marketing, for bike rides and trips to read in the park. It means a lot to me. More than e-mail on-the-go.