A fly can’t bird but a bird can fly

Never in one month have I ever experienced so much change. It has not been the easiest time for me, but the latest experiences have helped me grow as a person. The week of Thanksgiving, my Grandmother Behn fell very ill. I got the call from Dad at work that I should rush to the hospital to see her. When I got there, only my Auntie Linda and my dad were there. Grandma was fully aware, but had no voice. So it was nice to hold her hand and tease her a bit. Laughter is the way of the family. We didn’t know at that time that Grandma would be pretty much unconscience for the next two weeks. The family spent many days in the waiting room for the short times we were allowed to see her. After a couple weeks, the decision had been made that Grandma would never heal and that it was best to let her go to Grandpa. These weeks were very hard on everybody. I felt particullary drawn to my Dad. It was hard to know that everyone had someone to go home and cry on, but my pops did not. So I made a strong point to always be with him when I could. I even made him come up to a cabin with Ronnie and I for a night to just get away. I have only seen may father cry twice in my life, and it was always a bit shocking to me as a child. But this time I was glad that he was doing it. So even though it was hard for the whole family, we all knew it was time for Grandma to take the next step in life. It still does not seem real to me. Like she is still just accross the bay in her chair watching sports, and maybe she is doing that right now in heaven…though I bet she is still hugging and kissing Grandpa after their many years of being apart.

On top of this, Ronnie moved in the week Grandma passed. And moving is so much work! Holy moly!! It has only been a week so far, and we are having a good time with it, even though we are hardly ever home.

Here is a pic of Ronnie and I at the Viz Media 2005 Christmas Party from last Thursday.