Out of control

In the midst of the Corona Virus pandemic, three weeks after my Dad died, I’m sitting in a waiting room at the Cleveland Clinic passing the time until Mom gets out of surgery to have her pacemaker replaced. Two and a half hours of waiting, and they haven’t even started the surgery.

Those parts of life are out of control for sure.

The social distancing rules mean that I’ll be working from home soon.

That’s about 80% out of my control.

Lockdown at Mom’s apartment means that trying to help her over the last three weeks has been almost impossible. Trying to take care of the things she has difficulty with is nearly impossible – thank God for her good neighbors.

That’s about 95% out of my control.

I’m working on Dad’s eulogy – that’s in my control. I’m thankful for the chance to reflect on him.