jawnbc | This just in from Pennsylvania

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"Hello?"
"Hi Dad"
"Hey Jawn, you got my email. Hang on a sec, here she is..."
"Hi Jawn, ya nevva guess who heah"
"Hi Ma, ya home! You must be so happy!"
"Yeah, I am. So guess."
"Nanny?"
"Nanny. It's a lawng story, but I'll tell ya layta..."
"Yeah, OK. How ya doin?"
"Alright."

So the world's toughest woman does it again. A week ago Monday Ma was transferred to a new rehab, one that focusses on intensive therapy. They estimated 2.5 weeks to get her out; it took 10 days. She got home Wednesday night.

I told her I would honour my promise (to come home and cook her a BBQ as soon as she gets out), but she nixed that "nah, too much stuff right now". Nanny is with them because my aunt Eileen (her primary caregiver) is again in hospital, this time more serious stuff. With her gone, they loaded Nanny and her things into Dad's car, and he brought her to his brother Kevin's place (20 miles from Da & Ma). No time to even warn them.

She's with my parents for this weekend, but she needs someone to bathe her and there's no one who can really do that. So they're looking for some sort of care for her. Living to 100 is awesome; 101 (this coming week), not so much.

But I'm so happy for Ma. And Da.