Fine, fine, fine, here we go…
So, Blanche passed away a week ago Thursday (or basically 2 weeks ago). She was in a “home”, but she’d only been there 4 days following a stay in the hospital. Basically, the hospital said there wasn’t anything more they could do, but BIL and SIL didn’t feel comfortable leaving her at the house alone. She was originally in the hospital this time because she’d fallen, possibly due to a cardiac episode.
Gene and the boy were going to go up to Ohio Friday, the day after she passed away, to spend time with her (well, that was the plan before she passed). I have not directly asked him if he’s upset he didn’t get to say goodbye. I suspect that he’s just not hardwired that way. He has stayed very strong throughout this entire time and I respect him for it, although it makes me feel a little alone in my grief. (More about that later.)
Friday, I decided that I wanted all of us to do the things that would remind us of Blanche in good ways. So, we went to O’Charley’s for lunch. When the boy was smaller, Blanche took him to O’Charley’s and once, they split some sort of White Chocolate Pie. At the time, we were big on not feeding him desserts so we got onto her about feeding him white chocolate. “White chocolate is hardly chocolate at all!” she huffed.
So, we ‘toasted’ her (with our forks) over our plate of whatever decadent dessert O’Charleys is currently pushing. Later, we went to see Cars and the DaVinci Code because I knew that she didn’t want us to sit around the house, moping. Cars was hysterical BTW, and DaVinci was DaAwful.