Long story short:
My elderly mom got a call from Puerto Rico yesterday. Her mother, my grandmother is on her deathbed. I arranged to have mom and her sister who lives near us in the Bronx to fly out at 5:00am this morning to be in PR by 10:00, to be by Mamita's (her name by which she is called by the whole family) side in the hospital.
Older brother dropped them off at airport, took them as far has he could go.
My mom has flown jetblue hundreds of times in the past. Just a year and half ago she flew with her sister to PR.
Something went wrong this time - she (according second hand from my brothers) missed her flight and never got on the plane.
Now I was used to the idea that mom was going to miss the wedding because of this. I was ok with that. Death is never convienent. But this adds a whole new wrinkle.
We have to face a hard truth, our mom is not well either. The signs of slippage have been creeping on little by little. Repeating the same things, over and over. Accusing people of "stealing", (when things have actually just been misplaced). LIttle things here and there that we dismiss. But it makes me so sad right now that I
1) can't be in PR myself to see the grandmother I haven't seen in 15 years
2) my mom's mental capacities and abilities are declining.
And I have a wedding in 8 days. I did not need this right now, but then nothing ever goes completely smooth in life does it.
Waiting to hear more from brothers about what happened. So we shall see if we can somehow get her to her mother.....
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