We had an excellent plan. As I have mentioned we found a reasonable home to rent in our dream town, with a move date of March 8th, we had the move planned out, we had kids organized, we had family in agreement, all was aligned. Grandpa Rod was going to come down with the truck for the weekend so that Dave and I could move boxes, while Grandpa got some well deserved kid time.
Then on Wednesday of last week my Great Aunt Norm passed away at the age of 98. She was an incredible woman, the matriarch of the family before she became ill. She also held the old family stories and Lebanese recipes that her mother once made. As hard as I try I have not mastered jutera. I have never gotten it to taste the same as when Aunt Norm made it. My grandpa Nader and I even put our heads together one time and tried to make it (my grandpa saying, I think Norma does this…) and it turned out so bad that I don’t think we even ate it.
This was also the first death in the family of someone that Ajax really knows and remembers (as he was too young when my grandpa and Dave’s grandma passed). As a matter of fact, when the topic of elderly family members comes up, Ajax would always point out that Aunt Norm was the oldest person in our family. We weren’t too sure how to explain to him that Aunt Norm passed, so we ended up sitting him down and just telling him. He had one question and that was could he say good bye. Dave said that he could absolutely say good bye when ever he wanted and Aunt Norm would hear him. At night he then asked me, how far of car drive was heaven? I tried to explain that it was up up in the sky and that your spirit flies there when your body gets tired.
So now, instead of moving boxes we changed our plan and Dave and I would go in for the funeral on Saturday. Ok, sounds good. On Friday night, however, when Dave was on his way into the house from getting the mail, he slipped on ice on the side walk, flew through the air and landed with his leg pinned underneath him. We thought it was a bad sprain, so we decided the ER wasn’t necessary. On Saturday morning, Noomi and I went to the funeral, while Rod and Ajax took Mr. Dave to the Urgent Care where the Doctor confirmed via X ray that Dave broke his lower leg in two places.
Dave is now on crutches with the Doctor’s order to stay off it and keep his leg up with a pending appointment with his family doctor this coming week. When it all hits the fan, ya know? lol.