Thanksgiving Blues

This year was an emotional one, not due to family arguments or the typical stuff that makes many holiday dinners go awry.  The evening before we where about to go to my parents home for the weekend, my son woke up at about 25 mins after falling asleep and began vomiting. It seems like he must of been plague by the same virus that got his sister the week previously. First thoughts OMG this can't be happening. So I went to bed not knowing if we all would be heading down to the shore for the weekend. Turns out that he stopped at 4:39 in the morning so we all got in the car heading to my parents. About an hour into the car ride my phone rang, it was my father. He called wanting to know if we were all on our way and to pass along the information that my grandmother passed away this morning at around 6. Personally he should of waited until we arrived to let me know. Driving and crying is not a good combo. I pulled into the nearest rest stop to pull myself together to continue toward my family.  I got there and told the kids to give their grandma lots of extra hugs and kisses cause she would need them. Which they were full of tons of love as always and any time my mother began to tear, the both of them gladly went running to her side. The day was filled with great food my mother out did herself this year on the dinner.  How on earth she did this while hurting all at the same time is baffling to me. I swear my mother has always been wonder woman.  After dinner my mother and father began to pack, then had to leave the next morning to go to the funeral home to finalize all arrangements. We all decided to stay until Saturday so we could spend time with my brother, his girlfriend and two of her children.

 On Friday we had a wonderful day we all had lunch together, afterwards headed over to Castle Park.

The kids all got along with each other very well and Admanda I really like her a lot and think she is fantastic for my brother. Besides seeing him ultra happy again is a massive bonus. I will always look at my brother as one of my best friends. Once we came home we had Lasagna for dinner which my mother prepare a few days prior and then they left to head back home.  I had a fantastic time. We came back to our house Saturday morning.

(Beautiful perfect sunset that occurred the night before heading home) 

Any ways I now have to live with a huge regret.  My grandmother has been wanting us to come up for awhile so she could see her great grandkids and I never got the chance to go. Either money or various things prevented me from heading up to see her. She live approx. 3 hours away.  Now it is to late and inside I feel like crap because of it. I am making a vow to never allow anything from this point foreword prevent me from seeing the ones I love because you never know in life when that last chance might happen. This is something I now need to learn to live with.  I am not a religious person by any means but I hope she finds comfort and peace now and perhaps a chance to be with my grandfather again. She was never the same after he passed away and it is a beautiful thought of them being together. 

my grandpa, a much younger me, and my grandma!

I love you and miss you both!