When I started this page, I said this would be my way to be more open. Well, for a while I struggled with what to write? What to share? Would they care to even read about this or that? But the answer is, you’ll never know if you don’t try.
On February 24th, 2019, I got my answer. I got my “This is it! Don’t disappoint” answer. But it wasn’t what I wanted. Hell, it wasn’t something I would even wish for! I almost lost my maternal grandmother. Shes’s something like a big deal. 😉 Not to just me, but this family, and you’ll be surprised at how much the thought of losing someone so close to you will have you question EVERYTHING about life. YOUR life. Or why wasn’t it you and not them?
My grandmother was on the phone with my step dad talking, when she told him she felt like going to pass out, and right after saying this, she did. We didn’t know it at the time but her heart had stopped. Thankfully, my uncle was there to do CPR. He’s usually out bike riding, but this day, they were cooking together. My uncle continued CPR until the medics came and took over. They’d been working on her for some time. A lot of time, actually. My mom called me bawling on the phone, so naturally I thought she didn’t make it – but she did. They were able to get something worth taking her to the hospital for…There she remained in an induced coma. Not doing anything, but laying there.
Fast forward to a month from then, I decided to take a last minute trip down to surprise her with her great grandsons. Talk about tired! We made the most of Saturday, since come Sunday we would be back on the road.
We just celebrated her birthday, May 30th, and we are forever grateful to not ONLY have had that day to celebrate another year of life with her, but to have her period!
I worried myself about something so small, that life had to step in and show me to take chances! I lost two loved ones back to back within a month and a year later could’ve lost another. But during the visit home, I stepped back into a childhood memory and rode a bike! Yeah yeah yeah… I know another small thing, but 10+ years of not getting on a bike since being a child, I feared I would need to learn again. The lesson I learned was to one, not be so hard on myself and two, live in the moment.