Don't really know what to title this post. I've got some things on my mind and I want to talk about them.
My mom called early yesterday morning with some "devastating news". My heart sunk to the bottom of my gut as the words came out of her mouth. She wanted to let me know that my Grandpa had unexpectedly died. My Grandpa who is still pretty young in my opinion, healthy and very active. The same man that helped my Dad while he was building his house last February. The house that was right next door to my Grandpa so Dad could head south away from the Nebraska winters and spend time with his father.
Whew . . . now I have tears in my eyes. While I am very saddened at the loss of my Grandpa I think I feel more sad for my Dad. He's worked hard for so long and just within the last couple of years he's been able to spend the winters away and enjoy them with his Dad.
Nobody expected something like this happening. Then again, who does? I think that's the other thing that's really getting to me too. I didn't get to say goodbye or "I love you", or "thank you". Why do I seem to take people or relationships for granted? I have so many friends that I don't get to see as much as I used to. I keep planning phone calls, or get togethers in my head but rarely take the initiative to set them up. Why? I have the lame excuse of being too busy. Yep, pretty ashamed to say it too.
So I guess I'm not saying anything that hasn't been said before. "Don't take your loved ones for granted, spend time with them now, let them know you love them." Well I'm going to take this to heart right here and now. I'd love to have the time to make them a beautiful handmade card but if I feel I'm too busy to do it what's stopping me from buying one and getting my thoughts down in writing? I always feel I have to spend hours on something to make it meaningful. Not true! I can march into Hallmark and buy one instead. It's the thought that counts!
I'm going to pick up the phone more too. What's the deal with me? As a teenager I used to get in trouble for being on the phone all the time.
Thanks for listening to my crazy emotional thinking. It helps to write about it.
If you have a quick sec, please say a prayer for my dad and his sisters. I sure wish I was with him right now to give him a big hug. He means the world to me. I don't like knowing that he's hurting.
Love ya dad.