Milestones, Millstones

Well, so I haven't been to sleep yet.5:30 a.m., My son is graduating today at 1 p.m. after a 15 year slog through the swamps of special ed with only shreds of his self-esteem left. My daughter and I went to my mother's this afternoon so my sister could go to the grocery store - they moved a hospital bed in last night and my mother is now practically immobile, on morphine, confused, in and out of consciousness. She is disintegrating and turning into dust in front of our eyes. Her eyes light up when my daughter comes. She tells her how much she likes her boyfriend over and over - she forgets she said it - and tonight she told her how pretty she is and that she wants her to know how much she loves her. My mother is not a sentimental woman. We all cried.

And all of that is swirling around my head, making my skull ache and my foot jiggle and my mind dream dreams of death, my mother's, my own, my husband's (but I can't go there), my kids, even my 4 dogs. The terrible uncertainly of when these utter certainties will occur ... 

For my sister, it is normal that a daughter takes care of her mother unto death. It's what is done. I could never do that, even if I had a close sunny devoted relationship with my mother - which I don't. So that makes me, what. Selfish. My sister doesn't lay this on me - I draw my own conclusions. It is true, I am a very selfish person, because I am so vulnerable to being hurt. I am "unstable" and I have to safeguard my equilibrium and shelter myself from turbulence. I hate that about myself, but there it is. I'm a de facto narcissist. If I don't wrap myself up in myself I would just bleed through my skin when you touch me, and crumble. Now I am thinking, well, I'm just going to crumble now. This is maybe what real life is all about. Crumbling, Disintegrating. Turning to dust.