Crawling My Way Back to Normalcy — I Hope…

I know I am coming in hot today! Where the hell have I been for like two months?

I am about to fill you in right now.

My last article was published on September 19. When I wrote about Grandma moving in with me and adapting to all the changes, I didn't know that things would flip on me again.

September 19 was my daughter’s birthday, and we were doing our best to make sure she had an enjoyable day. I popped on here, trying to readjust to another disruption in my life, and wrote about what I was dealing with and how I was rolling with the punches.

Then I just fell off…and here I am again.

Except it is different now. I hope.

Grandma lived with us for 11 days on hospice care. I was prepared for her to be here with us for several months. Grandma was a strong-willed and stubborn woman, so maybe I was in denial the morning of September 22nd when I woke up and she had passed.

Earlier that morning I had checked on her and she was fine. Ninety minutes later, I woke up to offer her medication, and she was gone.

I then had to go into emergency phone calls and funeral planning. Then I was just exhausted.

Whenever I thought I couldn’t get more exhausted, life threw me a curve ball to remind me I could. When the dust finally settled, my son and I took a one-week getaway to relax.