Waiting for my husband to get home
I am waiting for my husband to return home. He was up at the hosital with grandma. He sounds just so tired. Grandma is still fighting. She is just not ready to leave. It is just so sad when someone you've known your whole life is about to leave this earth. It is so hard to understand. I can not understand. Life is so short. Life is so beautiful. Life can be cut short. Grandma has lived a good life. She is loved by her family. She has everyone by her side. Right where they should be. I always said: Send me flowers when I can see them and smell them and just enjoy them. What good are they when I am dead. Some people don't get the chance to say good-bye to a loved one. Things happen suddenly. Make every day count. Don't take for granted even one second. Tell your kids you love them. Tell your soulmate you love them. Smile at someone who isn't having a good day. It could mean so much to that one person.
I still do not know what has happened next door to me. The Pink granite headstone still stands tall. The same thing day in and out. I did see him one day pull up infront of his house. Not in the driveway. He then walked very fast down the sidewalk and crossed the street and walked down the road and turned right. Where he went and who he went to see. I don't know. No sign of his wife nor his dog. The house is very overgrown. The tomato are all on the ground now. The son is no where in sight. When I have the energy to find out what has happened over there, I will let all know. Right now I am alittle busy with other things.
I had to work today. I am tired and waiting for my husband to get home. We work weird hours and somedays that are different. I took tomorrow off. I have a doctors appt. I will go see grandma later on. Well, thanks to all who stopped to write something to me. Sometimes that's all you need. (a little time of someone else) Thanks..Henry and Shel...You are very kind.
