Edda went to the dentist yesterday and we got a good report! This is not always true because our attention to her oral hygiene has waxed and waned throughout the years. We try to go every three months as a reminder to keep up with teeth brushing and flossing – Jeremy and I do it together most nights as this is the way to keep us both accountable and invested in the toothbrushing. The dentist (who is a pediatric dentist and has a space room we do our treatments in) is kind and is allowing us to stay at her practice as Edda is an adult now and should move on to grown up things. I’m happy we get to keep a little bit of pediatric services in our repertoire. Edda’s wheelchair is falling apart and so now I need to find a wheelchair vendor for adults because we’ve been going to a branch of Children’s Hospital to order all our wheelchairs.
How hard it is to grow up and to grow old! Everyday, I’m bowled over with sadness and longing – for all the people I’ve loved and have been part of me and continue to be so, but who may no longer be here on this Earth. How tender the heart can be and how it can be overcome with despair even in the midst of all the fortunate things that surround me. Everyday is a day to try again and to try and remember.