Heading Home...

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Heading Home is always sort of bittersweet, and this time is no different. It's not under the best of circumstances (Gran is not doing well), but it's not under the worst either (she's still fighting the good fight).


I spoke to my Gramps last night and he asked me to come. This very simple request is one of the most moving things I have ever been asked. Gramps doesn't ask for anything, he believes in giving people wings and then stepping back as they fly on their own in whatever direction they choose. He doesn't believe in holding people down, rooting them to an uncomfortable place. He was the ONLY one in support of our move to Virginia four years ago. He also believes in digging your heels in, reaching down into your gut, and doing what needs to be done no matter how hard - and not complaining about it. And now he has asked for me. For my help. Old dogs do change.


For the first time, I will be returning home more than a daughter and a granddaughter. For the first time, I will be returning home as someone who is needed.


It feels good and it makes me sad....because the last time I took this role on was when my father was dying of cancer. I was the one he wanted, asked for, relied upon, needed. It felt good to know that he was leaving this life knowing I was right there....just like he was when I came into it.


My plane leaves Sunday. Right now that seems forever away but I know time will begin to slip away as I get busy making sure the cupboards are stocked, the fridge is full, and a menu plan is in place. Sure, I've got a husband that can cook and an 18 year old who is level headed and a 15 year old who will totally look after the 9 year old. But they are all male - dain bramage sets in when it comes to the running of a household. If I don't give them idea's as to what to do with the food, they will eat it all in no particular order, in the first 3 days.

My work is cut out for me.

From G-Bunny's™ trip this past summer to visit the G-Parents...

Below is about 10 years ago...