A Cruel Reality

 

A broken heart can still shatter.  Just when it feels as though strides to survive have been made, I find myself going back multiple steps.

It's a surreal feeling to know that a conversation had will be one of the last spoken.  I get it, I understand that at some point in time, we will all die, but the uncertainty of that time is not as heartbreaking as when you are truly given a time frame.

My uncle is currently under the care of Hospice.  As he remains fairly coherent, and with his extreme wits and humor about him, I spoke with him the other day and for the first time I didn't really know what to say and yet, I found myself analyzing the words that I was going to say before I said them.

New Direction, New Life

 As my youngest daughter prepares for a 10 week training class, she, along with her honey brought her fur-babies to me for some grandma time.  Once she is done with said training she will be heading to Texas where she has been assigned.  As for her training class, it is something needed while on her progress towards becoming a Drill Instructor.  

During their time out here, they are leaving an engaged couple and I couldn't be happier.  Her honey is a very good man and she has grown into a beautiful woman with a heart of gold.  Extremely proud mom over here.