I've been trying to start this silly blog for about 4 months now. I'm not sure how good I'll be at this... I tend to ramble on and on. This could be painful for all involved. I'll do my best.
Here goes...
Roller Coasters Make Me Sick
Waiting In Line
This ride has lasted for almost 5 months and I have to tell you I'm way past ready to get off. It started with the decision to move my Grandmother into an Assisted Living facility near by. It took me and Ethel two days of searching to narrow down our choices to two.
After a long look at money and a couple lunch visits with Nanna to our top picks, a choice was made. She was on board with the whole idea. In fact I'd say that she was even excited. Nanna never wanted to be a burden. She was glad to be with us, but never really felt at home here. She tried, bless her heart... but she always felt like she was in the way, and no amount of consoling from us ever changed that. So we got busy with the planning and decorating of her little room. She was thrilled with her beautiful new things. Then without warning Nanna had a stroke and died.
Suddenly I found myself waiting in line for a ride that I didn't want to be on. After she died calls were made. Family flew in. Arrangements were worked out. All the while I'm waiting. Waiting for the pastor. Waiting to cry. Waiting for the whole thing to be over and for family to head home. Waiting for things to just get back to normal.
I reluctantly got on and took my seat. I didn't pick this ride, but here I was none the less. All I could do was hold on tight and pray.
