On Monday, Jim phoned to talk with him about his upcoming visit, booked for this Saturday. He was awake and aware and looking forward to the visit. Just a few hours later, Jim's sister phoned to say that he'd taken a sudden and drastic turn for the worst. Now, several days later, it's clear that he had a massive stroke which set up continuing seizures. He hasn't regained consciousness and the seizures only stop under powerful medication. So it's clear that it's only a matter of days now.
Jim left as scheduled and has visited him in hospital, but what was supposed to be a visit has become a vigil.
I'm sad, because I held him in a lot of affection, but the worst is watching Jim's and Devin's grief.
I didn't go with him--I wasn't scheduled to, and Devin flew over to be with her Dad, Jim's brother, and Mark and his son are also there. I feel as though in some ways I should have gone to be there for Jim, but he has them and his other siblings. I will go there for the memorial, whenever that is.
Meanwhile the weather has turned gorgeous and I'm inside doing taxes which makes my brain hurt. I want to have them done and ready as quickly as I can in case we schedule a trip back to North Carolina quickly. I put them off as long as I can each year because the combination of the Canadian and U.S. ones with my writing income is so complicated. I don't use a tax program because of that. Or I could use one for the U.S. ones, but I wouldn't know where to start with the Canadian ones. So each year I do them by hand and break my brains.
In some ways right now it's a great distraction.
For my recent listening, reading, writing news and an entry from my 1997 journal, see Les Semaines.