When I was 9 my Grams remarried a year after my Papa died. My mom didn’t care for this man so neither did I. Years later, my mom finally forgave my Grams and started her relationship over with her mother. 3 years ago, C and I went to visit my Grams, who lives out of state. I still didn’t like this man, and it had nothing to do with my mom’s feelings for him. I saw first hand his need for control and the unhappiness he created for my Grams. She finally got the courage to divorce him and it was final in February.
Why am I sharing this?
Well I got a phone call from my aunt last night. (never a good thing when someone calls out of the blue and at 10:30 at night). This man was out fishing with a friend when their boat tipped over. Both men drowned.
Death is imminent. You know everyone is going to die, sometime. But it’s freak accidents like this that claw at my insides. I didn’t like him, but he was still a son, a father, a grandfather and someone’s friend. One moment in time can drastically alter many lives.
My Grams is busy blaming herself while my cousins, who happened to fly out there on Sunday for a visit, hold her hand and whisper encouraging and loving words. It is a blessing they are there. Every person we love is also a blessing and it’s moments like these that remind each of us to count these blessings and take nothing for granted. For tomorrow is not promised.
On a lighter note:
The Red Wings won again last night 3-0 against the Pittsburgh Penguins. Ozzie had another shutout and I’m anxiously awaiting game 3.
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aw I’m sorry for your grams, thats is a big burden to carry when you blame yourself, and it obviously had nothing to do with her… at least your cousins happened to be there to offer their support at this difficult time. And how true, you never know what might happen, it scares me every time I think about that… which is quite often btw…
on another note, I’m glad someone else still uses “Papa.” My grandparents have a security door and when we got to their condo this weekend I had to call up for them to buzz me in. My grandfather answers and I say, “Hi Poppa, we’re here!” and C is laughing at me in the background making fun of me for using “Poppa.” Jerk. lol.
I’m sorry for your gran Ria, I really am. Things like this scare me – just goes to show you it can happen anytime.