The Gypsy Mama's Five Minute Friday is underway. I wrote this and then decided that I didn't want to post it and then I changed my mind again. There is so much I want to say I'll just have to do another post.
Yesterday morning I slip out of bed. I sleepily get my daughter off to school and when she passes through the doorway out into the world, I sit and read. I open my email. Some junk (always the junk) and then I am bolted awake. There is a message from my father.
My father never emails. He never calls. We live states apart. My grandmother, his mother, is not doing well.
The last visit I had was last spring. The once robust woman was now small and frail and quiet. Afraid of not seeing her again I have been praying that she would make it until our family vacation in Aug. Waiting until August has been hard. So many things to miss.
I remember standing on the field and showing her where she will watch me graduate college. "If I make it till then..." She always said that and it sounded ridiculous. I am now 36 with 5 children of my own. She definately made it for my graduation.