{"id":1729,"date":"2009-10-02T08:58:57","date_gmt":"2009-10-02T12:58:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/shermandorn.com\/wordpress\/?p=1729"},"modified":"2009-10-02T08:58:57","modified_gmt":"2009-10-02T12:58:57","slug":"pausing-to-find-my-bearings","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/shermandorn.com\/?p=1729","title":{"rendered":"Pausing to find my bearings"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s been one heck of a month. As I <a href=\"http:\/\/www.shermandorn.com\/mt\/archives\/003083.html\">noted a few weeks ago<\/a>, I had a death in the family at the beginning of September, but for some reason I did not mention in that entry that my mother-in-law was the family member who had died. Because my wife is Peggy&#8217;s executor, we&#8217;ve had mourning and also business to take care of. While one of our pets is sitting with me at the computer this morning, I&#8217;m taking a few minutes to put some thoughts together. <\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<hr width=\"25%\">\n<p>When my father died five years ago, everyone in my family knew that<br \/>\nwas coming because he had had Parkinson&#8217;s for 14 years. I told my<br \/>\nstudents that there would probably be some time in the semester when<br \/>\nI&#8217;d be out of town for 4-5 days, and after performing vicious triage on<br \/>\nmy obligations, I recognized I would still be behind for the entire<br \/>\nsemester and started grading student work at a nearby coffee place so I<br \/>\nwouldn&#8217;t grumble at my family to keep quiet so I could work. I probably<br \/>\nkept a number of baristas in their apartments that year. \n<\/p>\n<p>But while my father&#8217;s death was hard for my children at the time,<br \/>\nI&#8217;d done most of my mourning before he died, during the few months he<br \/>\nwas in full-time nursing care. I had planned to fly out to visit my parents<br \/>\na few days after his health suddenly turned worse in late 2003, and as a result I<br \/>\nhelped my mother visit a few nursing homes as she realized she could no<br \/>\nlonger care for my father at home, even with assistance. That was<br \/>\nenormously hard for her on several levels, and I had that experience<br \/>\nand some anticipation of his death to think about for a few months.<br \/>\nWhen my father died, I spent time writing down some memories, and his<br \/>\nfuneral was full of wonderful stories told by many people. I&#8217;ve missed him terribly, but there was no surprise, and I had almost 39 years with a fabulous father. \n<\/p>\n<p>Peggy&#8217;s death was sudden, and that&#8217;s more complicated as a result. I am relieved<br \/>\nthat she was highly competent, and at least on the business side there<br \/>\nis nothing more than the inevitable headaches that come with being an<br \/>\nexecutor (or an executor&#8217;s spouse, for me). But even a highly competent adult leaves loose ends that have to be tied up, and that hangs over things. I&#8217;ve kept in mind that it is an act of love to do for someone what they cannot<br \/>\ndo for themselves. One of the highly-competent decisions Peggy made was picking a few great professionals to work with, and they&#8217;ve taken a lot of weight off my wife&#8217;s shoulders. Still, my wife and I have probably lost at least a week of time just in going back and forth to where Peggy lived, a few hours from Tampa. That&#8217;s just life, but it adds to the juggling act in the last month.<\/p>\n<p>My colleagues have been very supportive and forgiving as I&#8217;ve been late<br \/>\non a number of things this month, and this forgiveness reminds me that the jobs of<br \/>\nfull-time faculty are not easily amenable to cross-training. We can<br \/>\npick up for someone else when there&#8217;s an emergency, and anyone is<br \/>\nreplaceable in one large organizational sense, but it&#8217;s just not<br \/>\npossible for someone else to step in and do precisely what I&#8217;d do if I<br \/>\nhad had more time this month. What happens is <b>not<\/b> that someone else completely fills in the gap I&#8217;ve left but that people are more forgiving<br \/>\nabout what&#8217;s dropped between the cracks. That&#8217;s inevitable in small<br \/>\norganizations, and it should remind us that in many respects large<br \/>\nuniversities are confederations of the types of small organizations that don&#8217;t adjust easily to personnel turnover. <\/p>\n<p>More importantly, there&#8217;s the support we&#8217;ve provided for our children, who have lost three grandparents in the last decade. They&#8217;re teenagers, but they&#8217;re our children, we worry about how they&#8217;re doing, and it&#8217;s a parent&#8217;s job to worry about that sort of thing. (It&#8217;s in the small print of our parent&#8217;s contract: &#8220;You shall never stop worrying about your children.&#8221;) And then there&#8217;s the act of mourning as an adult. When you&#8217;re in your 40s, the death of someone in your parents&#8217; generation should not shake your basic sense of reality, and you&#8217;ve gone through the death of relatives before. But there&#8217;s always an effect. Peggy was a good friend and a wonderful grandmother to my children, and while I haven&#8217;t started dialing her number by reflex (yet), I have had more than the usual share of distracted moments (or half-hours) in the last few weeks. The tsunami news coverage in the last few days has been a bit disorienting as a result, because in addition to thinking about the terrible loss of life I feel stupid for focusing on our family&#8217;s loss while thousands of people lost their loved ones. Great for the ability to focus, to feel guilty for mourning. It&#8217;s not a serious problem, but it&#8217;s one of those moments in life where I wonder what evolutionary quirks led human psychology to be so strange. <\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve had enough distracted moments in the last day to realize I needed to sit down this morning and shuffle through things, because I haven&#8217;t had much of a chance to do that in the last month. So with a small set of errands to run this morning, a to-do list for when I return, and some thoughts written down, I&#8217;ll head out in a few minutes.<\/p>\n<p>Finally, for the record, a bearded dragon is as soothing to hold as<br \/>\nany mammal. At least in our household, he has had a very productive<br \/>\ncareer in beardie therapy.I highly recommend them as pets and think my son (the beardie&#8217;s primary human) was very wise to suggest one several years ago.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s been one heck of a month. As I noted a few weeks ago, I had a death in the family at the beginning of September, but for some reason I did not mention in that entry that my mother-in-law was the family member who had died. 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