This weekend was a rough one. I woke up on Saturday morning and found a text from Mollie "I need you to call me ASAP. I really need some help." If you want to send a mother's heart into panic mode, that is how you do it. Someone had tried to break into her apartment while she was at work the evening before. Her dog, George stayed at the doors and windows barking and growling so the person was afraid to go in. Instead of just moving on somewhere else they decided to get a butcher knife and come back. Mollie's neighbor really likes her and her roommates. They are kind and attentive to their children and will watch them when needed if they can. They saw this person and called the police. The police chased him into the woods and arrested him. Mollie was terrified that someone had wanted to break into her apartment and would have killed her dog to do it.
I went over with some tools and secured the doors and window so they couldn't be pried open and the inside doors so they could lock anyone who did get into one of the bedrooms in so they couldn't proceed to the rest of the apartment without taking the door down. I asked that Mollie and her roommates not keep money in the apartment, but to put it into a savings account and keep the debit card either with them or locked away from the apartment. I also devised a more obscure hiding place for the money than the pretty wood box tucked away in a bedroom drawer.
On my way home I got a call from my sister telling me that a cousin had died and asking me to make sure that my other brother and sister were informed. I hate to bear that sort of news, but I knew that I needed to do it. The other thing is that I was expected in a short time to show up at a gathering with a squash casserole and my morning and afternoon had kept me from even purchasing the ingredients to make it. I hurried through the grocery store and then home to prepare it. While I was there I told my sister, but my brother wasn't home. I wasn't able to tell him until Sunday.
The funeral was on Monday. Ken and I both had to take off from work and rearrange schedules to attend, but I'm glad we did. There weren't many there beyond my cousin's immediate family. Partially because there aren't many of the extended family left. As we were talking about it, my family seemed to realize what I have been saying for decades. Everyone in this family suffers from cardiac issues and diabetes. Not most, everyone. Most of us have grandchildren already. We can't even go back and try to improve the health of our kids now. I just wonder why it took a whole generation to figure this out when we saw it happening with our parents. I also wonder if there isn't some genetic thing tying the cardiac and diabetic issues together. I know that the electrical cardiac problems are genetic. I just have to wonder about the cardiac problems that have to do with vascular disease isn't also genetic as well as the diabetes or if the vascular disease is just an issue caused by the diabetes. All three are found in almost everyone in my family. Sad thing is there isn't a way to know and there isn't likely to be one.