Pedal Another Mile

Bicycling, death, life after death.


As I pretty much expected after Billy Jo's busy afternoon yesterday, all day was spent in bed. She woke up about 1:00pm and then napped throughout the afternoon. This morning, one of today's "dream meets reality" moments was an actual conversation with me about making sure everything was ready for the road trip. At the time I wasn't sure if it was a dream or the "talking about a trip or journey" phase of dying the hospice booklet talks about.

I told her about it when she was awake and she thought she had told me she was dreaming of a "reverse road trip". You see, we found out last night that Auntie Julie is flying up from Florida Friday night to visit for the weekend and for some reason she was packing up the truck in her dreams like we were going down there. She thought she told me that during the conversation, and apologized for scaring me. I told her there was nothing to apologize for, and explained again that I know what's coming and I know there's nothing to do to stop it - I'm not scared in that way. It was just another moment where I didn't know how to process it.

Other than this, I joined her in a lot of sleeping time. I had a headache when I went to bed last night that was 80% gone when I woke up but stayed all day. Plus, I was just plain old, beat up, tired.

I can't wait for Friday to go pick up Aunt Julie from the airport. Billy Jo is very excited.