Happy Birthday to the best Poppy in the world...
Today is my Poppy's birthday in Heaven. He would have been 90 today. Happy Birthday, Poppy. I miss you and Nanny so much. I wish more than anything that you could both be here again. I'll never forget what a childhood you both gave to me...along with Aunt Edna, Great Grandma Becky, and my Mommy...all living in the same house. So many memories. I was so lucky. "Tears of hope run down my skin. Tears for you that will not dry. They magnify the one within. And let the outside slowly die. Remember when it rained. I felt the ground and looked up high and called your name. Remember when it rained. In the water I remain." ~JG~
My other Grampa has been in the hospital for a few days now. He's very ill. He had to have a 4 hour operation yesterday to have a pacemaker put inside of him. He's all the way down in Atlantic City. It sucks so bad. My Granma is so ill herself and I know that seeing my Grampa go through all of this isn't helping her health one bit. I am beating myself up for not being down there right now. It seems like everyone is there except for me and my mom. Well, of course my father isn't there, but that's no big surprise. And if my father isn't there, my sisters can't be there either. My Aunt Anna drove from Virginia with my cousin, Natalie. My Aunt Sharon flew in from Miami, and my Aunt Jeana was also there with my cousin, Candice, and my Granma of course. At least Grampa was surrounded by lots of beautiful girls whom he loves...hehe. And he got to talk to me on the phone also while everyone was in his room the night before his surgery. I just feel like crap. Tzvika said to just give him the word and he would take us down in a heartbeat...even if we came back home the same day. But, it's just hard. I don't know.
There's other stuff going on too. It's just been a very lousy time for me unfortunately. Hope things start looking up soon. Too much gloominess over my head right now.
Sorry for the depressing entry.
My other Grampa has been in the hospital for a few days now. He's very ill. He had to have a 4 hour operation yesterday to have a pacemaker put inside of him. He's all the way down in Atlantic City. It sucks so bad. My Granma is so ill herself and I know that seeing my Grampa go through all of this isn't helping her health one bit. I am beating myself up for not being down there right now. It seems like everyone is there except for me and my mom. Well, of course my father isn't there, but that's no big surprise. And if my father isn't there, my sisters can't be there either. My Aunt Anna drove from Virginia with my cousin, Natalie. My Aunt Sharon flew in from Miami, and my Aunt Jeana was also there with my cousin, Candice, and my Granma of course. At least Grampa was surrounded by lots of beautiful girls whom he loves...hehe. And he got to talk to me on the phone also while everyone was in his room the night before his surgery. I just feel like crap. Tzvika said to just give him the word and he would take us down in a heartbeat...even if we came back home the same day. But, it's just hard. I don't know.
There's other stuff going on too. It's just been a very lousy time for me unfortunately. Hope things start looking up soon. Too much gloominess over my head right now.
Sorry for the depressing entry.