It’s Saturday again. Saturday nights are the worst for me. Although Kramer died on a Sunday, memories always come to me on Saturday. He’d want it to be remembered as the Sunday. He fought hard to live until Sunday.
That last week Kramer was with us was a bit of a whirlwind. The Sunday before on the May 26th he started talking about how he wanted to go to the Memorial Day observance here in town. He had never gone as he was always farming. This is the year he was going to go. He could so he was going to….so Kelli and I started scrambling. We knew he needed a wheelchair. She could borrow one. We knew he needed oxygen, we could get a bag to hook on the wheelchair. We did what we could to try to make it work.
Memorial Day came. We started getting things in place. He was dressed and then “had a spell” only to realize he wasn’t well enough to go. He was so bummed.
Tuesday came. Kayla was suppose to drive him to Lacrosse but I could see that Kramer wasn’t well enough for anyone but me to take him. That was the day of the PET scan and when we found out he only had a few weeks to live. Here’s the post on that if you missed it. I didn’t tell all of you until Friday. I had blog posts already scheduled and I needed a bit of time.
On Tuesday the scrambling started. We had these things on our list: Continue reading