Since my last post, I was still in New York, having a great time with family and friends...That is where the good times ended. The night before I was to return to Idaho, we, Grandma and I, ended up calling 911 because my Grandpa couldn't breathe, and he was having intense chest pains. They admitted him, and I was unable to say "good-bye" and give him a hug before I was to catch my plane in Thursday. As I was getting settled after the layover in NYC, and then sitting in the airport in SLC, I checked my messages, only to get one from my Mom, saying that she was headed home to NY to be with Grandpa and the rest of her family. My Grandfather passed away right after midnight on Saturday morning, he was 87. So, in the span of less than a week, I buried one Grandmother, and lost my Grandfather. I know that Our Heavenly Father will not give any person more than they can handle, but I felt that this was asking way too much!
I have been reflecting a lot on what each of my Grandparent's have meant to me, and the memories that I have of both of them. I remember some wonderful things, and that is how it should be! I am so grateful for the time that I had with both of them! I now am trying to keep focused on the girls and my great husband, and not let myself go to the dark place that I was in for the first two week after I got back to Idaho.
My first major outing since getting back, is to go camping this weekend. I have been packing the camper a little each day, and will finish up today. I have been prepping food for our trip, and you would think that we are going for at least two weeks instead on three days and two nights. I keep telling my husband, "we are traveling with children, remember..."