I haven't written lately because, for lack of better words "Life Happened"
This past Friday, I made a quick weekend road trip with my sister to Columbia, Missouri. No we weren't heading up for a basketball game, we were going to see my grandfather (my dad's dad). On Friday, my 81-year old grandfather had open heart surgery and we decided we needed to be there. In the past, I have been crazy enough to drive from Lincoln, Ne to Boulder, Norman, and Columbia for basketball games and once to Chicago for a concert, so to me this trip didn't take a second thought.
My dad and his two brothers and sisters were the only ones planning to go, but my sister and I felt we needed to be there too. So we drove up, hoping to surprise my parents. I almost messed up the surprise, but my sister took the phone and did some damage control. Now to all the kids that read this, we did tell a couple people we were making this trip, so if anything happened someone would know where we were. We drove all night, checked into a local hotel and after 3-4 hours of sleep my sister made the call to seal the deal, checking to see what time everyone was going to breakfast at the local Cracker Barrel. We got there early and got the table. Boy was everyone surprised! We had a great breakfast and headed over to the hospital. We were shortly joined by my cousin who lives in St. Louis and later that afternoon my Aunt's kids showed up as well. As I looked around the SICK (Surgery Intensive Care Unit) waiting room, I realized how lucky we are to have such a strong and supportive family. There were a couple of other families there, but none that match the showing or sound level of my family. Some of us hadn't seen each other in years and although we were there praying for the quick recovery of my grandfather, we also took the time to catch up with each other and all 15 of us took the local CiCi's pizza by storm for a late lunch when visiting hours were suspended. My grandfather is doing well and recovering slowly but surely. I wished the trip could have been longer, but work was call and so was the road.
My grandmother (mom's mom) is also slowly recovering from her massive stroke, three weeks ago.
