This week has been exhausting.
On Monday we lost my grandma. She had been in the ICU for 9 days and everyone was saying that she didn’t have good chances. I did not believe them. They didn’t know her. She is one of the toughest people I know. She raised my mom and my aunt basically alone and while they didn’t have the best childhood she did the best she could. After surviving the car accident that killed my Aunt she then raised my two cousins. I can only imagine what it was like taking care of a two year old all over again and then later having to go through the teenage years with two more girls. She also fought breast cancer. In my mind there was no way a heart attack or two could bring her down.
She leaves behind three amazing women that she raised alone (my mom and two cousins). Along with me and my brothers and two great grand children (Jace and Sofia who is due to arrive next month)
I HATE that this will be Jaces 4th funeral he has attended. And 2nd one in a week. How depressing is that?
I decided to come down with Jace to help with things while Patrick would be coming down at the end of the week. It’s been hard. Jace is starting to get into the tantrum stage. While it’s not like the huge fits that I’ve seen other children throw (yet!) it’s still pretty exhausting trying to hold on to a squirmy fussy 20 something pound toddler who wants to play in the grass with the stickers or the small rocks on top of graves in the cemetery. Who gets into everything in my moms very unbabyproof house and I’m chasing him around every second. And let’s not even talk about bedtime after tonight… Let’s just say I’m really missing the help I usually get from Patrick when he gets home from work along with his snuggles.
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