A lot has happened this week to keep me from writing. I probably should have been writing all along but there are times in my life when just getting the minimum accomplished is a feat. Last week, on Tuesday, November 10, 2009, I lost my Grammy. As a child I loved my Grammy and thought she was so tall. I wanted to be just like her. I had two amazing Grandmothers, completely alike in some ways and completely different in others. Grandma Hall was salt-of-the-earth. She wore hardly any make-up, and when she did it seemed more out of obligation and expectation than pleasure or pride. Grammy was the sky. She enjoyed putting on her face and taking care of her skin and trying to stay young-looking. Both were strong business women. Both were ridiculous examples of Christians. Both of them loved me.
There has only been one sunny day since she died and that was Friday, the day I had so much to accomplish. I think a little sunshine would help me cheer up and I would love some family time but it just is so raw still. Today is my birthday and I understand how Jess felt everytime we lost a Hall. I know it will not always be this way but it does kind of suck that it is right now. My daughter. My daughter, Kelsey, got up and played her
little giant heart out on the violin. She played
Oh, Danny Boy and it was so amazing to watch her just get up there and play. I was so nervous for her and she was so confident and I remember being the same way with my mom. She was so awed by me and I was thinking how average I was all along. Here I am knowing how she felt as well.
I should be cleaning my house for the company I am going to have tomorrow night. I really want to reschedule the dentist appointments and spend the day with my aunt and my sister and my mom but we'll see. I think my aunt is in a rough place right now and I respect that. I need to clean anyway. And go to Costco and the store. We have eaten out constantly and I hate it when we do that. Now I feel like I am babbling and it must be time for me to wrap it up.
