John is in the midst of full-on graduate school application frenzy. He’s been spending virtually all of his free time working on applications, his resume, personal statements, studying for the GRE, etc. We’re both trying to remain optimistic, but also realistic about his chances of getting accepted. Most schools only accept between 8 – 12 applicants per year. If he doesn’t get in with this round of applications, then he’ll try again next year. He’s put so much energy and work into this, i just want him to get in. At least if he’s not accepted to any of the schools, then we get to stay in portland for another year – and even better, liz and zack may be moving out here. it would be nice to actually be here when/if either of them are here.
Today at work I talked with the sweetest 93 year old and her significant other about end of life issues and hospice. she had had another stroke and the doctors felt that she would not live much longer. Throughout our conversation, they were each tearful, holding one another’s hands. It was just so sweet, i could barely hold it together. i’ve had many conversations like this with elderly couples, but for whatever reason, this sweet little old couple really touched me. i kept thinking about john, hoping we’d still be together when we were 93 and thinking about how devastating it would be to be told your loved one, you favorite person on the planet, was going to die soon. it was heartbreaking. i don’t like to see old people cry.