My mom had to have surgery. I went to the hospital in an effort to support her. There is a lot of waiting when a loved one has scheduled surgery. They register and you wait, they check in and you wait, they get changed, and you wait, the doctor talks to them and you wait, they go back for the surgery and you wait, they go to recovery and you wait, they wake up and you wait, they get discharged and you wait.
I couldn't help spending all that time thinking and talking about the last time I waited for a loved one to get out of surgery. It was the when Constance had emergency brain surgery, the day she passed.
My mom and stepdad where there when Constance was born. Years ago when Constance was hospitalized for severe seizures they were there. The day that Constance passed I simply text them to come to the hospital. They left work, drove three hours, and were there with me and Constance's father. There's an unnatural, agitating feeling without Constance. She's my daughter, my best friend, my life. My stepdad and I talked about missing Constance and quietly teared up.
My mom recovered well from the surgery. It was nice being able to do my small part. Keeping her company, arguing with her about if she should get pain medication, picking up her prescription pain medicine with my stepdad, and getting her saltines. It is nice to be able to take care of someone you love again.