I’ve been a little remiss in my blogging duties lately. Sorry. Life has been out of control these past couple of weeks and try as I might I just could not find the time to sit down at my lap top…I’ve even been neglecting Facebook (a mortal sin!).
First to the unhappy reason why I’ve been so busy. Sadly, my Grandmother passed away on April 26th. She had been fighting Alzheimer’s disease for the past four years and when she broke her hip and had to have surgery the recovery was just too much for her to take. And so, the Lord called her home. In a way her passing is a relief. She had suffered so much with the loss of her memory and now, I feel, she is at peace; no longer scared and confused. The person really suffering is my Grandfather. They had been married for 64 years. Their marriage was the kind of marriage that every person who has ever entered into holy matrimony hopes they’ll have. The definition of true love.
It is breaking my heart to see him in so much pain. I can’t imagine losing my partner, the person I had been with every day of my life for more than two thirds of my life. Can you ever recover from that loss? The grieving process can only heal so much. Their’s was a real life “Notebook”; except that he’s still here. I pray that he will stay with us for a while more. That kind of broken heart is the kind that doesn’t heal with time.
I find comfort in knowing that she is looking down on us and watching over us, especially Mason. Towards the end she had a very
difficult time remembering almost anything, but she knew she had a new Great-Grandson and was overjoyed about it. On Easter, the last time I saw her, she spent the whole day holding, rocking, and singing to Little Bear. I hadn’t seen her that happy in years.
So with all the commotion the comes along when a family member passes away it’s been a bit difficult to find a spare minute. On top of losing GrandMomma and having all the family in town, Mason has decided to be an absolute pickle for the past week! I don’t know wether he is just going through his one month growth spurt (yes, he’s already a month old!!! I can’t believe it!!!) or if he’s got colic but the poor child has not stopped crying for five days straight. I’m REALLY hoping it’s just a growth spurt. It hasn’t been three weeks yet, so I can’t say for sure if it’s colic or not. All I know is that if he’s not eating…which is about 75% of the time…he’s crying. Sometimes he’s crying while he’s eating. I. Am. Exhausted. And to make matters worse, Hubby had to be out of town for work last week. Thankfully he’s back and I have a little respite from the ear piercing noises coming out of my child. Luckily I wasn’t totally on my own last week. I have a wonderful Mom who let me stay with her while he was gone and was kind enough to watch Little Bear for a few hours every night while I got at least two hours of uninterrupted sleep. Hopefully now that Daddy is home things will go back to our (somewhat) peaceful normal routine!