Goodbye

Last week, my mother called me to tell me my Grandfather had been hospitalized. Two days later, she called to say he had passed away... So, off to sophisticated rural West Virginia.



Due to the short nature of the reservations, the plane ticket was almost $1200 (that I really didn't have). And I'm still trying to get the refinance done... AND dealing with a lot of stress at work. I guess I am blessed with an incredible resilient stomach lining because, by rights, I should have bleeding ulcers at this stage.

Flew into Charleston where my folks picked my brother and I up (they drove up the previous day), got to Ripley, checked into the hotel, then drove to my Grandfather's house in Spencer where the rest of the family was staying. It was nice seeing a lot of them after not having seen some in several years. Spent a few hours conversing then we left to go back to the hotel (about a 45 minute drive; it's only 25 miles but they are very winding roads through the mountains).

The service was the next day (Saturday). Most of the family had to leave on Sunday so those who could stay spent the rest of the week going through my Grandfather's stuff, trying to separate what was valuable and what wasn't. It was extremely difficult sorting through the possessions and memories of a life that lasted 92 years.

When I finally got home on Thursday, I was physically and emotionally drained. There has just been SO MUCH that has happened. I am honestly worn out. Please, Dear God, just let there be no more potholes while I finish putting my life back together. I'm pretty strong but there are limits to what any person can endure.

I'm closing of my refinancing Monday. I hope that goes the way it is supposed to. If not, it may be the straw that breaks me.