Grandpa didn’t say he was coming home to die. He said he was coming home to make good memories with the time he had left.
Today we celebrated Thanksgiving. Our celebration included grace said around the hospital bed in the living room that we can only hope Grandpa heard before we had dinner on the other end of the house.
Today was hard.
Today we cried.
But today, when the butter shot out of the mixer while mashing potatoes, across the kitchen into the gravy and when we pulled out the old deck of animal rummy cards for a few lively rounds before bed and a dozen other smaller points in between, we also made good memories.
And that’s worth all the heartache and tears.
Spring never slips over the earth in an instant, instead it comes in fits and spurts.
A flower pops up here, while a bit of snow falls there. A chilly day today is followed by blue skies and sun tomorrow as winter slowly cedes to spring.
This year instead of sharing time, winter and spring are sparring. The ground’s dusting of snow is quickly burned off by the hot sun, only to be replaced by evening. Warm days are chased with frigid ones. A sunny day is repeatedly interrupted by howling wind and snow. Its a war between the seasons, but I know who will win.
Life always marches on. Spring always follows winter.
The baby chicks are peeping warm and safe out of the biting wind and the daffodils are slowly blooming despite their occasional covering of snow. New bees have been installed with plenty of honey to keep them fed until the weather warms and new fruit trees have been planted in spraying snow with fingers crossed.
Spring always wins, but that doesn’t mean winter has to make it easy.
This month we said our first hellos to brand new family, brand new friends.
And this month we said our last goodbyes to others.
Spring always comes, life always goes on, but that doesn’t mean it’s easy.