Schedule Interrupted

Tomorrow we go to Indiana for the funeral of Hubert, a man who was in the same nursing home as Dad. My mom became very close with his wife, Louise. Both women were absolutely self-sacrificing about being at the nursing home, feeding their husbands, grooming them, watching over them, mostly ignoring their own health, and being astounding examples for everyone around them. Louise's husband was in that place for 4 years and 4 months. Twice as long as Dad. He was blind, had Parkinson's and suffered mightily. God willing, he is happy now, and whole. Louise will not know what to do with herself. Neither did Mom. First, I hope she can rest.