Catching My Breath

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The last few weeks have been hard. Two weekends ago, my entire family came down with the flu. It was awful. It took me a whole week to feel better, and just as I was coming back from being ill, I was told to visit my grandmother in the hospital because she was dying. The very next day she was gone. We just lost my grandfather last June, and my grandmother was so sick with grief, that in the end, I think it killed her. My grandparents were married nearly 67 years. I am not sure how one is supposed to carry on with life after such a loss. 

So now, I must pull myself together, and go on with my life. The flu, followed by grief, stopped me dead in my tracks. Today is really the first day I have been able to find some motivation to work on laundry, and to-do lists. I have been spending the last several days being nice to myself with mugs of herbal tea & honey, and long hot baths & naps. I needed that.

My grandmother’s service is on Saturday. I am trying to decide on something we can do as a family to celebrate her life on Sunday. I think a trip to the flea market might be the perfect thing. My grandmother was a treasure hunter, and she and my Papaw spent many of their retirement weekends at yard sales. A fitting tribute, indeed.

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 A photo of my sweet grandmother at our wedding reception in October 2011.

The Barack Obama chia pet was one of Amelia’s xmas gifts. The garden gnome was one of mine.

Papaw

Today I lost my Papaw. He was 84 years old, and it was very unexpected. He and I had a special relationship, and my heart is breaking right now. Below is a photo of him and my grandmother who were married for nearly 66 years. Underneath that is a photo of me with them on my wedding day. I will miss him like crazy, but he went peacefully, and for that I will be forever grateful.

I love you, Papaw. I promise not to take any wooden nickels.