Kids Moved. Dog Died. Enough Said.


There’s a blog I’m posting in called Six Words Saturday. You post something about yourself or your life, or whatever is on your mind using only six words. Not only is this an interesting little concept, but it works out well for me, because I only have time to type about six words.

 

Saturday. The day you’re supposed to describe your life in Six Words. I can do this, I told myself. It’s been really hard to write about anything lately, but surely I can manage six words.

The thing is, my life has been turned upside-down the past few months. I’m not sure where it goes from here. I find myself, alternately, on the verge of a prayer and on the verge of despair. There are no road maps to go by anymore.

In July, (or was it June?) my oldest son, Kyle, and daughter-in-law/best friend I ever had, Erika, told me they were moving. Across the country, as in, on the other side of the world. With them, they took my precious grandson, Kole, who was just turning into a delightful little boy of almost two.

In August, the three of them boarded a plane that would take them to the opposite coast; Seattle, Washington. My husband and I went with them to the airport. The morning was a blur of putting things into the car, checking behind for last-minute items, taking things out of the car, holding onto Kole’s small hand while Mommy and Daddy got things organized at the airport, and a few brief minutes of standing in line.

A hurried kiss and a hug good-bye. Then, they were gone.

The drive home was precarious, trying to see through my tears. Jeff and I stood in the kitchen afterwards, for what seemed like hours, holding each other, reeling, crying.

Kole is the grandchild that was born on Thanksgiving two years ago. He is the grandchild that came to us just two months after our first grandchild, a beautiful girl, was re-located by her parents to Michigan. Kole, we decided, was a gift from God –  to us. A grand baby that we could pamper and love and teach to play golf and instill in him our love of the sea.

We were still staggering from the pain of this loss when our dog, a rottweiler named Hannah, began staggering herself. Eight years old and a victim of hip dysplasia, her limbs succumbed to years of pain and she stopped. When we saw her fall on her face, trying to take a step towards Jeff, we knew it was time.

And so, in August, we sent our proud, black, four-legged friend and protector to heaven. She was the child we could not have, our reason to get up on some days, always waiting for us with a “smile” and a wagging nub when we got home from working a twelve-hour shift.

On September first, another grandchild was born. A tiny girl with a tiny name; Isa. My middle son’s second child, she is here in the midst of, and in spite of, her parent’s rocky relationship and uncertain future. What should be a joyous event for a grandmother like me, is bittersweet. I am not welcome to call, to visit, to share in the joy. The pregnancy itself was kept secret from our family until my son finally said to me (about a month before she was born) “Mom, sit down. I have something to tell you.”

I do have a couple of minuscule photos of her on my cell phone, and a handful of recent photos of my oldest granddaughter, Freya. I haven’t seen her in a year. I know she has long blond hair and a gorgeous smile. But that’s about it.

I’m trying to take steps to accept these changes. It’s hard. Jeff and I spend a lot of hours at the beach, staring at the waves, wondering “why us?” I’ve booked a five-day trip to Seattle for next month.  I’m going to a counselor. I have seen a psychic. I talk to friends. I pray.

My psychic told me to write. She doesn’t know how hard this is. I don’t think anyone does.

But I’ve managed more than six words, and that’s a start.

Six Words About My Adorable Grandson

There’s a new forum I’m posting in called Six Words Saturday. You post something about yourself or your life, or whatever is on your mind using only six words. Not only is this an interesting little concept, but it works out well for me, because I only have time to type about six words.

*Edited to cross out vampire words.

Woo-Hoo! I’m Babysitting Him Again Tonight!

The last time I participated in this forum, we had just had a baby shower. Well, here is the result we were waiting for! May I introduce my grandson, “Kole!”?

Now go post something in only six words! You know you want to, and you know you can find time!

Six Words About A Baby Shower

There’s a new forum I’m posting in called Six Words Saturday. You post something about yourself or your life, or whatever is on your mind using only six words. Not only is this an interesting little concept, but it works out well for me, because I only have time to type about six words.

*Edited to cross out vampire words.

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At Last: Dreams Do Come True!

Last Saturday, these two had a momentous event; A Baby Shower. After years of waiting, wishing and dreaming, their dream of having a child is finally coming true.

They got married in October, 2005. My birthday is in November. So from the first birthday after their wedding, my wish whenever I blew out my candles was for them to have a baby. I knew this was the most important thing in the world to Erika. She had always wanted to be a mommy. And I have wanted to be a grand mother to her child, ever since I met this beautiful angel of a girl.

And now my wish and her dream – is about to come true.


Asking A Favor In Six Words

There’s a new forum I’m posting in called Six Words Saturday. You post something about yourself or your life, or whatever is on your mind using only six words. Not only is this an interesting little concept, but it works out well for me, because I only have time to type about six words.

*Edited to cross out vampire words.

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The old man needs many prayers.

This is my husband with his dad, Pete. He is in a hospital in Upstate New York. He had open heart surgery about six weeks ago and has not been well enough to go home. His wife, my husband’s step mother,  is relying on friends and relatives to take her to visit him, and it is about a 45 minute drive, one way. We flew up there last week, to visit, in the few days we had off from work.

The doctors keep changing his medication. One day he is “himself” and the next day he is confused, uncooperative and angry, depending on which medication is being given that day. We had a  meeting last Tuesday with his doctor, to try and convince him stop experimenting with new drugs and put him back on what was working for him, before his surgery.

You see, what has worked for him, for over forty years, is Lithium. My father-in-law has suffered with bipolar disorder for most of his life.

Very few people outside his immediate family are even aware of this. He is a warm, playful man who loves to tease and tell jokes. A kind man, who plays raspy versions of When the Saints Go Marching In and The Old Rugged Cross on his harmonica, in church every Sunday, with tears in his eyes. A devoted grandfather, who makes a concerted effort to remain in touch with his young granddaughter – when divorce and distance has produced a situation that would cause ordinary grandparents to give up. A loving husband, who allows his wife to make “Ninety-nine percent of all the decisions.” A proud father, who will spend hours bragging about the two sons he raised.

A crusty, determined man, hardworking and tough as nails, who has endured decades of working with dynamite, with crews of other tough men, who carved the highways of Upstate New York out of stone.

That is who he is – when he is on Lithium.

Heart disease and high blood pressure forced his doctors to take him off of lithium this past August, and since then  he has been in a confusing, downward spiral.

Bipolar disorder is an unrelenting, powerful disease. I know this for a fact, because the Pete I knew would have never succumbed to anything. This mental illness has raised it’s ugly head again, after all these years, and turned Pete into someone that I barely recognize.

When we met with the doctors, we were able to get them to agree to run some more tests to see if his body could tolerate being put back on lithium. However, since then, he has developed fluid around his heart and lungs. The medication that they will have to use to treat that will prohibit them from being able to give him lithium.

I know this is more than six words. But please, if you are reading this, could you pray? Or send up positive thoughts. Or whatever you do.

I know Pete would appreciate it.

Thanks, y’all.

It Should Be Simple. It’s Only Six Words.

There’s a new forum I’m posting in called Six Words Saturday. You post something about yourself or your life, or whatever is on your mind using only six words. Not only is this an interesting little concept, but it works out well for me, because I only have time to type about six words.

*Edited to cross out vampire words.


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Sometimes, life is all about change.

More grandbaby pictures. Why? You might ask. Well, they are moving 300 miles away today. I really wanted to be close to my grandchildren. I’ve never been this far away from any of my own children. I’m going to miss them more than they know. I know I’m spoiled, but I’m having a hard time coping with this change.

Warning: Extremely Short Six Word Post

There’s a new forum I’m posting in called Six Words Saturday. You post something about yourself or your life, or whatever is on your mind using only six words. Not only is this an interesting little concept, but it works out well for me, because I only have time to type about six words.

*Edited to cross out vampire words.

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They grow up too fast, y’all.