I didn't think I had anything to post. it's a long weekend, and I am ready for it.
It was a long week, and I just found out that I get to take on even more responsibility at work. I guess if you are already drowning, what's two more feet of water? Glad they trust me with so much responsibility, but I'm a little nervous!
Last year was the first year I didn't take my Gram to the cemetery on Memorial Day weekend. We would always go and get red, white, & blue flowers for my gramps grave, and a little flag. We would stop at my mom & sister's grave and leave daisies & mums. We'd have ourselves a little cry and go have lunch. Me & my gram. I don't know how it ever started, like most traditions it just becomes something you do, again and again. It was something we did together. Seems wierd that now I will have to go by myself.
I am glad that my Gram is with Jesus. I am glad she's holding the babies that left their mom & dad's too early, probably in a rocking chair sitting with my Gramps, eating cold candy bars. I But there are things that run so deep and I miss her. God made it very apparent to me that He didn't want me to remember the rough times with her, the times when she wasn't so nice. I think of Pat, and how much she must struggle with her mom. I know it's hard. I hope that God puts great memories on her heart so she remembers the good things like traditions that were started by her mom, she carried on, and will be carried on well into the lives of daboyz and Sarah (with an H).
I'm looking forward to this weekend, spending time with family, hanging out with friends, working in the yard, cleaning house, and doing nothing. Sounds wonderful, doesn't it?!