For a while I couldn't type, so I was essentially illiterate?? Reminds me of the joke I haven't used in forever whenever someone in a teaching capacity would ask me to read aloud to the class and I would respond by insisting I couldn't as I was illigitimate. I am sure my mom would not get the joke. :D
Anyway, new tower and new keyboard. Costco has such great deals. I love it. I also love that Costco is so close. In Riverside, the Costco was in Corona, and you had to wade thru some of the worst traffic on McKinley that you will find in the IE. And, me being very advanced in years, remember when McKinley ended at the freeway, and it was a cow farm. All that was there at the 91 and McKinley was the Shell station. Now I swear millions feed thru there daily. Really.
Anyway, back to my topic....uh....what was my topic?? LOL. Just typing by the seat of my pants again.
Brittany's wedding is four months away. I haven't done anything yet. But, so far, I am only in charge of the luncheon. I can do this. RS President Melissa has already offered the RS help. Not that they know that yet. It is nice to have a calling where everyone knows you, and may want to help. I am getting nervous for the day though, and hoping it goes off smoothly. Crossing my fingers, toes, eyes, and the street it goes well.
We went to the temple the other day to celebrate Arik's 17th birthday, and to have his work started. We can't have him sealed to my parents until Dad comes back to the temple or he passes. My mom has already painfully extracted a promise that if she goes first, I will make sure it happens. Anyway, we went to do his endowments. The neat thing, and I know I have already touched on this, is Bill blessed him when he was adopted at three. Bill confirmed him a member after (ex) Uncle Scott baptized him. Bill ordained him a deacon, and a teacher. Bill then dedicated his grave, and now has gone thru the temple for him. Mom and I planned this back in March, as the one year requisite wait was over in mid January. Work was slow, so we said this friday, next friday, how about the following wednesday. We finally nailed something down in June. We are fast movers, can you tell?? In June, Bill had a huge county job that we had prayed for, and he had to do...but again, the temple was pushed back. During this time, Bill was not feeling too worthy to be the one to do Arik's work. He had had resentful feelings and now was feeling guilty that Arik would not appreciate Bill's efforts, and would possibly prefer someone else altogether to do the ordinances. So he didn't really make any effort to help us when we were trying to nail down a date to go. I finally told Mom that since August 20th was just around the corner, let's etch it in stone, and no backing out unless someone came down with the plague, or moved to Utah or something impossible like that. As the day got closer, and I tried making arrangements for kids who had started school the week before, I had no idea Bill was feeling this way.
I am not sure how much of this story to tell, as I have not told my mom any of it yet. She needs to hear it, but it needs to be told carefully, and I will explain in a bit.
So, it all barely works out, and we head to San Diego before the sun on Friday. I forgot to remind Bill about the first ordinance he needed to do for Arik. He went in and got dressed, and sat to wait for us. We were going in the nine oclock session, and he was dressed and ready to go by 7:45 and waiting in the session lobby for us. Meanwhile, we are doing initiatories, and watching the time so we are not late. Bill is reflecting on his life, Arik's life, and how they intersected, and things he may have done differently. Let me say, Bill is a good man, and kids just seem to really like him, and Arik was no different. Bill included him every chance he got. He knew what it felt like to be the only kid, and Arik loved going on our outings with us. I honestly feel Bill had NOTHING to feel regret for, but he felt he did. While sitting there, he was overwhelmed with missing Arik, and the love he has for him. And he got the all encompassing feeling of love from Arik. He knew he was there, and he started to cry. My big bear of a husband is actually quite tender. He looked up, and Arik was standing there, smiling his trademark goofy grin. Right about this time he remembered the forgotten ordinances, but got the strong feeling it was okay, and he could stay with Arik. He said it lasted about five minutes before Arik left. Bill was so grateful for such a wonderful experience.
He wants Mom to know, but we are working on a way to tell her. My aunt, and my mom's younger sister, Sharon, lost her son to an overdose when he was 24. I think in 2006. Yeah, had to be since he was born in 1982. Anyway, he has come to see her a few times, and she kinda makes a big deal out of it and makes my mom feel like Arik doesn't love her as much as Adrian loves his mom. Everything is a competition with her. So, to tell my mom that Arik came to Bill is a really touchy subject. So, if you see Mom, keep it mum til Bill can tell her.
Monday, August 23, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Playing the waiting game
I should be playing the typing game, as my typing on this netbook is atrocious. It is an excuse to say the keyboard is smaller than I am used to, and my fat fingers have difficulty not hitting two or three at a time. Anyway.
A month or so ago I mentioned we had a job offer out of San Diego, and we might possibly relocate already. After being in our last town 22 years, it is hard to comprehend. But, as much as I like Lake Elsinore, the thought of moving has interesting possibilities.
Last month, out of the blue, an old acquaintance of Bill's called. He actually called me looking for Bill. It was fun to talk to him as I had been friends with his mother. He then calls Bill saying he needs Bill to work for him as he is swamped. He has hired a few guys, but none could be left alone just to do the work. Many had skipped out, or ruined work, and he needed someone he could trust. Bill had convinced his boss to hire Eric 15 years ago when he desperately needed a job, and he now wanted to return the favor. BUT, he lives and works out of San Diego, and while we toyed with it for a few days, Bill decided that this kid had gotten in over his head, and was having difficulty financing his jobs. Believe me, after the last 6 months, I totally understand and did not want to get into a position where we couldn't finance them either. So, we passed it up and decided to stay here.
Bill has been struggling with his own work. The repo houses slowed to three every two weeks. After five or six, this was hard. I have already mentioned the difficulties we have faced after financing a job, and then waiting 11-12 weeks for payment. In the last few weeks, houses have picked up again, the county has called for more bids, and things are looking up again.
And Eric calls again. He is swamped. Overloaded. And one of the worst things you can do as a contractor is turn away work. Especially in this economy. Is there any way Bill could come help?? Bill doesn't want the commute. We are about 75 miles north of San Diego. If he helps, it is because we move down that way. But, he would then have to give up the repos as they are all north of us. We can barely do Palm Springs now, and from SD it would be next to impossible.
Bill would be willing to commute for county jobs, but right now we are only getting one or two a month. If it breaks open like we are hoping, it will be a long commute. I really don't know which is best, and our prayers haven't led us anywhere yet.
So, we wait and see. All it will take is just a little positive, and we will move. Bill was raised in Oceanside, and has wanted to go back since we weremarried. We are actually looking to live in Vista. Not as close to the beach, but not as expensive either.
A month or so ago I mentioned we had a job offer out of San Diego, and we might possibly relocate already. After being in our last town 22 years, it is hard to comprehend. But, as much as I like Lake Elsinore, the thought of moving has interesting possibilities.
Last month, out of the blue, an old acquaintance of Bill's called. He actually called me looking for Bill. It was fun to talk to him as I had been friends with his mother. He then calls Bill saying he needs Bill to work for him as he is swamped. He has hired a few guys, but none could be left alone just to do the work. Many had skipped out, or ruined work, and he needed someone he could trust. Bill had convinced his boss to hire Eric 15 years ago when he desperately needed a job, and he now wanted to return the favor. BUT, he lives and works out of San Diego, and while we toyed with it for a few days, Bill decided that this kid had gotten in over his head, and was having difficulty financing his jobs. Believe me, after the last 6 months, I totally understand and did not want to get into a position where we couldn't finance them either. So, we passed it up and decided to stay here.
Bill has been struggling with his own work. The repo houses slowed to three every two weeks. After five or six, this was hard. I have already mentioned the difficulties we have faced after financing a job, and then waiting 11-12 weeks for payment. In the last few weeks, houses have picked up again, the county has called for more bids, and things are looking up again.
And Eric calls again. He is swamped. Overloaded. And one of the worst things you can do as a contractor is turn away work. Especially in this economy. Is there any way Bill could come help?? Bill doesn't want the commute. We are about 75 miles north of San Diego. If he helps, it is because we move down that way. But, he would then have to give up the repos as they are all north of us. We can barely do Palm Springs now, and from SD it would be next to impossible.
Bill would be willing to commute for county jobs, but right now we are only getting one or two a month. If it breaks open like we are hoping, it will be a long commute. I really don't know which is best, and our prayers haven't led us anywhere yet.
So, we wait and see. All it will take is just a little positive, and we will move. Bill was raised in Oceanside, and has wanted to go back since we weremarried. We are actually looking to live in Vista. Not as close to the beach, but not as expensive either.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
At least you didn't have any tough ones: Part II
Good grief! It is amazing what one little, clueless comment will unleash. LOL. Cory called yesterday, with some good/frustrating news. Set Bill off. Set him off so much that it has been years since I have seen him THAT frustrated. It has also been years since Cory lived with us. Coincidence?? I think not.
A little background. I was raised in a family where ADD/ADHD was prevelant. I had it, my brother REALLY has it, a few cousins, my aunt, my beloved Opa, you get the idea. And Cory. Actually, I am amazed that out of my seven kids, only one got it. Maybe we are finally diluting this gift that makes our get togethers quite unique and I am sure frustrating for those few family members not afflicted.
When Cory was getting ready to be released from the group home(Yes, ADD {no way could we EVER accuse Cory of the hyper part} played a big part in why he was arrested) his probation officer and Bill and I had many meetings over what to do. Job Corps was deemed his best shot, and the application process began.This was in December of 08, six months before Cory's release. I don't remember the specifics, but there were a lot of interviews, paperwork, days spent waiting in a tiny waiting room wiht the sick neighbor's baby with no a/c or even a tv to pass the time, and more waiting.....waiting.....waiting...Finally we were told he got in, and it would be March or April of this year he would go.
And then nothing. Bill would ask Cory about it, and Cory would shrug. "I haven't heard." Finally, a staff member from the group home called me and said Job Corp was looking for Cory. He had NEVER updated his contact info, so they couldn't find him. So, we made Cory call, and he had to leave a message. "This is Cory, and my new number is xxx-xxxx". Bill is frantically signalling him to leave his area code. He is baffled. They know where I live. It doesn't matter!! They need your area code! So, he promises Bill he will call back and leave his full number the next day. He didn't want to look like an idiot calling right back. I told Bill he should have told me this was going on, because I am not as nice during these moments, and I would have MADE him call back immediately and run the risk of looking like an idiot.
So, yesterday he calls me. Usually when he has news, he calls Bill first, then me. I wondered for a minute, then paid attention to what he was saying. That whole ADD thing...focus is not automatic. He says he finally got a hold of Job Corps, and they gave away his bed. Apparently they had still been calling staff member, but because he was over 18, and she was no longer his guardian, they wouldn't tell her anything. And Cory did NOT make much of an effort to call them. No matter what he says.
So, because it was a misunderstanding (snort), they have him slated to receive a bed in August. So there is good news. Hopefully by the time he finishes the program, the economy will have picked up enough and there will be jobs to be had.
A little background. I was raised in a family where ADD/ADHD was prevelant. I had it, my brother REALLY has it, a few cousins, my aunt, my beloved Opa, you get the idea. And Cory. Actually, I am amazed that out of my seven kids, only one got it. Maybe we are finally diluting this gift that makes our get togethers quite unique and I am sure frustrating for those few family members not afflicted.
When Cory was getting ready to be released from the group home(Yes, ADD {no way could we EVER accuse Cory of the hyper part} played a big part in why he was arrested) his probation officer and Bill and I had many meetings over what to do. Job Corps was deemed his best shot, and the application process began.This was in December of 08, six months before Cory's release. I don't remember the specifics, but there were a lot of interviews, paperwork, days spent waiting in a tiny waiting room wiht the sick neighbor's baby with no a/c or even a tv to pass the time, and more waiting.....waiting.....waiting...Finally we were told he got in, and it would be March or April of this year he would go.
And then nothing. Bill would ask Cory about it, and Cory would shrug. "I haven't heard." Finally, a staff member from the group home called me and said Job Corp was looking for Cory. He had NEVER updated his contact info, so they couldn't find him. So, we made Cory call, and he had to leave a message. "This is Cory, and my new number is xxx-xxxx". Bill is frantically signalling him to leave his area code. He is baffled. They know where I live. It doesn't matter!! They need your area code! So, he promises Bill he will call back and leave his full number the next day. He didn't want to look like an idiot calling right back. I told Bill he should have told me this was going on, because I am not as nice during these moments, and I would have MADE him call back immediately and run the risk of looking like an idiot.
So, yesterday he calls me. Usually when he has news, he calls Bill first, then me. I wondered for a minute, then paid attention to what he was saying. That whole ADD thing...focus is not automatic. He says he finally got a hold of Job Corps, and they gave away his bed. Apparently they had still been calling staff member, but because he was over 18, and she was no longer his guardian, they wouldn't tell her anything. And Cory did NOT make much of an effort to call them. No matter what he says.
So, because it was a misunderstanding (snort), they have him slated to receive a bed in August. So there is good news. Hopefully by the time he finishes the program, the economy will have picked up enough and there will be jobs to be had.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
At least you didn't have any tough ones!
Our 20 yr old son comes to visit at least every other Saturday. We don't do much, but today we bought the new GreenDay Rock Band. The day was spent perfecting their gig, and opening locked songs.
On the way to take him to the bus stop, he mentioned the oldest daughter of the people he is living with. "Mom, when Brooke was four or five, she used to hold her breath and turn blue when she didn't get her way. At least you didn't have any tough ones!" It took a minute for me to realize just what he said.
No, Cory, you weren't tough. It was fun when you were two and would do the SAME thing! You would get mad, and throw yourself to the floor, and refuse to breathe. The first two or three times I thought for sure you were having a seizure. I took you to the pedi, who after asking what brought on these episodes, told me you were throwing temper fits. A couple times of me walking away and you stopped.
It was not tough when I put you down for a nap, ran across the complex to the laundry room, only to find you had followed me. Luckily, someone had propped the pool gate open, and you being unafraid of water ran in. I didn't have my pool key with me, since I was doing laundry, and had no way in once you slammed the gate. I managed to coax you to the gate, where I grabbed your wrist and wouldn't let go. Then I yelled for help. If you had slipped away, you would have drowned that day.
Or the time we got up in the morning to find my butcher knife out of its locked drawer and stabbed into a block of cheese. Or the time you dumped a whole container of baby powder on Baby Kailey's head. Or the time we were moving into a new house, and had the microwave cord across the stove and you turned on the burners and set it on fire. And while in the corner for that one you took a marker to the freshly painted wall.
Or, when we were finally in a house with a back yard, and you climbed up on the a/c unit and jumped to the six ft block wall, and scaled it then ran around to knock on the front door with a huge smile on your face. So I put you in time out in your room, and you knocked out the screen and ran around to the front door again.
Then when you were four.......
It is a wonder we went on to have five more kids.
On the way to take him to the bus stop, he mentioned the oldest daughter of the people he is living with. "Mom, when Brooke was four or five, she used to hold her breath and turn blue when she didn't get her way. At least you didn't have any tough ones!" It took a minute for me to realize just what he said.
No, Cory, you weren't tough. It was fun when you were two and would do the SAME thing! You would get mad, and throw yourself to the floor, and refuse to breathe. The first two or three times I thought for sure you were having a seizure. I took you to the pedi, who after asking what brought on these episodes, told me you were throwing temper fits. A couple times of me walking away and you stopped.
It was not tough when I put you down for a nap, ran across the complex to the laundry room, only to find you had followed me. Luckily, someone had propped the pool gate open, and you being unafraid of water ran in. I didn't have my pool key with me, since I was doing laundry, and had no way in once you slammed the gate. I managed to coax you to the gate, where I grabbed your wrist and wouldn't let go. Then I yelled for help. If you had slipped away, you would have drowned that day.
Or the time we got up in the morning to find my butcher knife out of its locked drawer and stabbed into a block of cheese. Or the time you dumped a whole container of baby powder on Baby Kailey's head. Or the time we were moving into a new house, and had the microwave cord across the stove and you turned on the burners and set it on fire. And while in the corner for that one you took a marker to the freshly painted wall.
Or, when we were finally in a house with a back yard, and you climbed up on the a/c unit and jumped to the six ft block wall, and scaled it then ran around to knock on the front door with a huge smile on your face. So I put you in time out in your room, and you knocked out the screen and ran around to the front door again.
Then when you were four.......
It is a wonder we went on to have five more kids.
Friday, June 11, 2010
Having seven kids has always been a challenge. Emotionally, physically, and financially. Don't even ask about my food bill. I knew by the time I was ten that I wanted a lot of kids and had settled on around 12 by the time I was sixteen. Well, 12 wasn't in the cards (thank goodness. I am barely holding on to my sanity as it is), and we were lucky and truly blessed to have seven. My health just couldn't take it.
To help with the financial part, I have done daycare off and on for years. A lifetime it seems as I started before I had ever met Bill. I was the girl in the ward who everyone called to stay with their kids while they went to Vegas for the weekend, or a week long cruise to Mexico. I learned early on how to deal with many different types of personalities and discipline styles.
When Bill was laid off last year, my daycare job (and his unemployment checks) saved us. I had three little girls, that are 2, 3, and 6. They fit into our family, and after a few bumps along the way, life was easy. A few times I kept them overnight, once even taking them to church. Yikes. We ended up having to move, and regretfully I gave my notice. I was heartbroken. They had become like my kids. Having them 70 hours a week quickly solidified a relationship.
Now we live 30 miles south of where we used to be, but we are 10 minutes from the girls grandmother. How convenient! We still see the girls on a regular basis. In fact, they are staying with us tonight as their dad recuperates from surgery this morning. How fun it has been. I love the affection, and the kisses. The two year old, Lillia, yells often " Mommy!! Wheda you??!" Three year old Mari loves to snuggle and tease. "No, Pom, it is MY neck!" as I tickle it. Then she giggles and begs for more. She just barely stopped calling me Mom. Six yr old Adrianne is Tyler's BFF and it is so cute to see them together. Especially since there was a time they hated each other, and I never thought they would get along. They do fabulously now. I love these girls so much, and I am grateful their parents still have a need for me, and allow me to be in their lives.
To help with the financial part, I have done daycare off and on for years. A lifetime it seems as I started before I had ever met Bill. I was the girl in the ward who everyone called to stay with their kids while they went to Vegas for the weekend, or a week long cruise to Mexico. I learned early on how to deal with many different types of personalities and discipline styles.
When Bill was laid off last year, my daycare job (and his unemployment checks) saved us. I had three little girls, that are 2, 3, and 6. They fit into our family, and after a few bumps along the way, life was easy. A few times I kept them overnight, once even taking them to church. Yikes. We ended up having to move, and regretfully I gave my notice. I was heartbroken. They had become like my kids. Having them 70 hours a week quickly solidified a relationship.
Now we live 30 miles south of where we used to be, but we are 10 minutes from the girls grandmother. How convenient! We still see the girls on a regular basis. In fact, they are staying with us tonight as their dad recuperates from surgery this morning. How fun it has been. I love the affection, and the kisses. The two year old, Lillia, yells often " Mommy!! Wheda you??!" Three year old Mari loves to snuggle and tease. "No, Pom, it is MY neck!" as I tickle it. Then she giggles and begs for more. She just barely stopped calling me Mom. Six yr old Adrianne is Tyler's BFF and it is so cute to see them together. Especially since there was a time they hated each other, and I never thought they would get along. They do fabulously now. I love these girls so much, and I am grateful their parents still have a need for me, and allow me to be in their lives.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
And THIS is how you do things??
I am frustrated. Majorly. I really hate to admit it, but a lot of my moods are determined by our current financial status. I can be content and happy in good weeks, and not want to get out of bed in others.
Construction was the hardest hit when the economy tanked. Bill lost his 22 year job two years ago exactly. We are still struggling to recover. After one year on unemployment, and doing all he could to get his license, Bill opened his business last May. What were we thinking?? Besides the five kids who were used to three meals a day, and a roof over their head of course. Starting a painting business has been tough. We keep hoping this will be the month that some county work comes in. This will be the month that we get more than one repo house a week. Don't even get me started on the crooks that run the repo business. LDS Mi..ami.
Construction was the hardest hit when the economy tanked. Bill lost his 22 year job two years ago exactly. We are still struggling to recover. After one year on unemployment, and doing all he could to get his license, Bill opened his business last May. What were we thinking?? Besides the five kids who were used to three meals a day, and a roof over their head of course. Starting a painting business has been tough. We keep hoping this will be the month that some county work comes in. This will be the month that we get more than one repo house a week. Don't even get me started on the crooks that run the repo business. LDS Mi..ami.
So, the end of March, Bill did a job for the county of SB. Two jobs, bid together, paid together. One was an office. The other was painting highway like lanes on a warehouse floor so the forklift drivers would stop running into the walls and each other. Really. I am serious. The county pays invoices at the end of the month, with checks sent out by the fifth. So, we turned in the invoice the 5th of April, with a paydate of May 5th. Right?? Seems easy enough. Yeah. STILL HAS NOT ARRIVED. May was tough, and I told the landlady that when this check came, I would send her rent. We finally had to pay rent a week ago, using money that was supposed to go for insurances and payroll. We squeaked payroll, don't ask me how, and now we have another week til payday again. Car pymt due, auto insurance due, and I ran to the electric company yesterday and just beat the turn off. June 2nd, on a job done in March. How do they expect ANYONE to survive that way??
Okay, I wanted the picture of Tyler and Brittany down here. Ugh. I am so illiterate in some respects. LOL. This is the picture we want to put on their invitation. I like it. I love the rosetree in front of them, I love the tiki torch in the background. And, I begged Tyler to smile. Yeah, that is what he thinks of me, eh??
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Since losing my computer, and relying solely on the netbook, I have not blogged. The keyboard on the netbook is small, and I find myself hunting and pecking rather than typing. Totally frustrating. :D
Things are bumping and lurching along still. Some months we do really well, and I think we may make a serious go at this...and other months (like now) we struggle, and I worry and stress if we are doing the right thing. At this point, we have no choice, as we have put everything into this company and it is sink or swim. So, I channel Dory and just keep swimming.
Brittany is officially engaged, with a date and everything. December 11th. I still need to talk to the bishop about officiating. The reception will be in our backyard, so we need to pull the dead plants, refinish the deck, and put all the sunset rocks back with the sunsets, and the oceans back with the oceans. Why do my kids feel the need to mix the rock colors?? Brittany has chosen red, black, and white as her colors. I keep picturing the Queen of Hearts from Alice in Wonderland. LOL. Kailey will be a bridesmaid, with Tyler's sister, Katie. Both had insisted on being the maid of honor, so neither got to do it. Brittany's girlhood friend, Laura will be the MoH. Drama alert: Tyler's mom asked if we could do two ceremonies, so she didn't have to be in the same place as her ex. Uh, nope. We can only afford one ceremony. You deal. My Tyler will be the flower girl/ ringbearer, since there is no little boy on either side of the family. She will just casually exchange the basket of flower petals for a ring pillow at some point.
I had a emotional breakdown yesterday, and man have I been missing my Opa. He has been gone 2 1/2 years. We are helping the White's paint the Smith house so they can move in next week. It has been a lot of work, and I am tired. I know that is why I just started crying, and had an awful time stopping. We had stopped for lunch, and I was relating how Opa died the month before their 70th wedding anniversary. I was telling Melissa how I somehow ended up in the chair next to his head, holding his hand as he passed. It was such a beautiful experience for me, one I will always treasure. I know he knew as he passed how much I loved him. We ended breaking back to work just so I could compose myself. :D
Off to get ready for church. This 8:30 is killing me.
Things are bumping and lurching along still. Some months we do really well, and I think we may make a serious go at this...and other months (like now) we struggle, and I worry and stress if we are doing the right thing. At this point, we have no choice, as we have put everything into this company and it is sink or swim. So, I channel Dory and just keep swimming.
Brittany is officially engaged, with a date and everything. December 11th. I still need to talk to the bishop about officiating. The reception will be in our backyard, so we need to pull the dead plants, refinish the deck, and put all the sunset rocks back with the sunsets, and the oceans back with the oceans. Why do my kids feel the need to mix the rock colors?? Brittany has chosen red, black, and white as her colors. I keep picturing the Queen of Hearts from Alice in Wonderland. LOL. Kailey will be a bridesmaid, with Tyler's sister, Katie. Both had insisted on being the maid of honor, so neither got to do it. Brittany's girlhood friend, Laura will be the MoH. Drama alert: Tyler's mom asked if we could do two ceremonies, so she didn't have to be in the same place as her ex. Uh, nope. We can only afford one ceremony. You deal. My Tyler will be the flower girl/ ringbearer, since there is no little boy on either side of the family. She will just casually exchange the basket of flower petals for a ring pillow at some point.
I had a emotional breakdown yesterday, and man have I been missing my Opa. He has been gone 2 1/2 years. We are helping the White's paint the Smith house so they can move in next week. It has been a lot of work, and I am tired. I know that is why I just started crying, and had an awful time stopping. We had stopped for lunch, and I was relating how Opa died the month before their 70th wedding anniversary. I was telling Melissa how I somehow ended up in the chair next to his head, holding his hand as he passed. It was such a beautiful experience for me, one I will always treasure. I know he knew as he passed how much I loved him. We ended breaking back to work just so I could compose myself. :D
Off to get ready for church. This 8:30 is killing me.
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