Beloved by many including myself, Phyllis Helsing is Skip's mother. Skip was Patti's first husband and my best friend of days gone by. (Skip died of cancer in 1991).
There is a noticeable pattern-stream to this living thing.
Those we love are lost to us in time and in memory as then we too are lost to those who love us.
And so it goes.
We each and all take our turns, living as best as we can and as well as we know how.
After being called about Phyllis's deteriorating state, I hopped a couple of planes to Sioux City and was at the Helsing camp by Thursday evening. Phyllis wanted to finish this off in her own bed, in her own familiar home so that was the guiding way.
She was still reasonably alert and able to effectively communicate.
I have to say that the whole Helsing clan, (and there seems to be a mob of 'em! :-) being mostly inexperienced in handing off a loved one to the Angels, was most impressive. (forgive me kids if I'm in error of this)
In any case, along with the wonderful hospice adviseors, all were there rising to the sad occasion and being perfectly helpful in every way, each doing what they each did best to get the job at hand finished.
In between the tears it all worked very well.
March 3rd, 1915 ~ January 19th, 2010
