I’ve been thinking a lot about family the last couple of days. My Grandma broke her hip last week, then had surgery and has been recovering in a hospital in Windsor, Canada. She’s 87 years old and a fighter but, my mom’s scared that she’s giving up…she’s tired. I feel really far away and again, I’m helpless. I’ve been in this place too many times in the last several months. Other then my grandpa (who I wasn’t really close to), I’ve never lost anyone in my immediate family and honestly, I’m not ready to let her go. Not that I have to yet. She’s struggling, but not in critical condition.
My Grandma, Bernice Isabel McCabe, was jumping rope with me at the age of 65. After my grandpa died in 97, I moved in with Grandma for a few months…we were roomies. She’s always been there. She took me and my siblings on a walking tour of Israel in 2000…she turned 80 that year! A few years ago she decided that she wanted to see us spend our inheritance instead of waiting until she’s gone…my inheritance paid for my wedding! She’s never forgets me and I won’t forget her.
I have weddings every weekend until the middle of October so I might have to fly there and back but, I’d do it in a second. I won’t miss my weddings but, I want to be there for my family too. I’m torn. I know the timing will work out. My sister has it worse…she lives in the South of England. She’s trying to decide when to come and it’s a whole lot further of a distance.
I’d appreciate your prayers: for Grandma, for healing, for wisdom…and anything else I’m not thinking of right now.