It was a whirlwind weekend.
My Youngerdaughter came home, as Saturday was her 25th birthday, & she wanted to see me & spend her birthday here before she & her boyfriend moved to Wisconsin next week.
Yeah, Youngerdaughter is finally spreading her wings towards new skies. Her boyfriend is going to be going to school there, & she’s been wanting to experience other places for a while now, before she settles down to family-life.
I was also lucky enough to have my eldest grandson, Schnicklefritz, here for the weekend!
He’s my snuggler, my buddy. And one of his big wishes for the summer was to spend time at my house, so YAY!
Yesterday was a FULL HOUSE.
My parents, Youngerdaughter & her BF, OnlySon & his doggo, & Schnickelfritz.
We had fried tacos & Texas chocolate cake for YD’s birthday dinner celebration, & everyone had a good time.
Except, my Mom dropped a family news bomb on me, but I’ll get to that.
Today was all goodbyes.
Youngerdaughter & her BF left early this morning, and the hugs were choking and emotional, but I didn’t actually cry. Close…but no tears hit the ground.
Then this afternoon I had to drive Schnicklefritz back to his dad’s 75 miles away.
He didn’t want to go.
He misses his mom, his brother, his sister, his step-dad. He didn’t want to leave me.
His chin wobbled, and his eyes fogged up.
But Gramma’s are no-nonsense kind of chicks, you know, so I calmed him down & we got him home.
The drive home wasn’t so easy, alone.
Everybody was gone.
Yeah, yeah, I live alone.
I should be used to it, right?
And the family news bomb?
As I was making my daughter’s birthday cake, my mother told me that, not only is my uncle in hospice care with cancer, which I knew…
But so is his son, now.
My cousin who is 31 years old has only an expected couple of months to live.
And I won’t be able to go see them.
I can’t afford it.
I haven’t seen these family members in years.
Guilt, extreme grief, depression.
It’s at times like this, that I wish, when I come home, that there was someone here…
Someone who would put their arms around me, hug me, and let me know that I’m not always alone.
But that doesn’t happen anymore.
Always hug the ones you love goodbye.
Even if you know you’ll see them tomorrow?
Tomorrow isn’t a promise.