In just about an hour or so I’m back on the road again. After a whirl-wind visit that included sleeping on the bed I’ve slept in since I was 12, shopping for a few winter things I needed, visiting the hospital to see Grandpa, spending time with my family in general, seeing my Mimi and Aunt Judy, and eating good Mexican food I’m heading back to Kansas City. This is not a moment too soon in my opinion. I can’t sit here in Shreveport and wait for death to happen. I have to live my life. It was hard seeing Grandpa down - this was more for me than for him since he didn’t have a clue I was even at the hospital. I can live with myself now that I know I came down for my family. I’m heading back to life as I know it now - back to students and roommates and spending way too much time staring at computers and THE PRAYER ROOM!
When the time comes I’ll be back down here. But until then I’m going to pray and live like I know Grandpa would want me to live - happy with work and life, at peace with God and myself.
