Daughter called around supper time, in tears. My heart sank. She'd been doing so well. What was she going to say to convince me she had to move? I asked what was wrong, and she told me she'd been on Facebook. She saw a note from a month ago. A member of the church in Tiny Village had died. Daughter called her granny, and they loved each other.
We talked for a while. I reminded her how Granny loved to write poetry, and suggested she could write a poem honoring Granny. She thought that was a good idea.
I had not told her of the death because I didn't think she was able to handle it. Today, she was appropriately sad, and was able to receive comfort.
I'm going to be at a retreat Thursday. Administrative Assistant is going to pick her up for choir in the evening, but not to work in the office. When I explained this to her, she was fine with that. A couple of weeks ago she would have been upset by the change in routine. She is definitely improving.
I am much less stressed now, which is good. I'm looking forward to the retreat, which begins tomorrow. Life is good.