The thought occurred to me the other day that I should use some pent-up energy and “downtime” during this pandemic to return to writing. That being said, I think I need to start with a little catch-up considering my last post was over two years ago.
Two days after my last post about being sick and calling out, my grandmother died. My grief was overwhelming and I am honestly still to this day working through it. My grandma was a huge part of my life and with her passing, our family dynamic shifted.
A few months later our family received some good news at the announcement of my sister’s pregnancy – the first baby of the family in almost a decade and the first great-granddaughter for my grandfather! My sister prematurely delivered a beautiful baby girl at the end of 2018 and my niece brought with her a vivacity to our family that had been missing for a while.
During this time my grandfather finally decided to undergo knee replacement surgery because he wanted to be able to walk with his great-granddaughter.
Unfortunately, 2019 did not start off as well as one would have hoped. My father suffered from a heart attack a few weeks into the new year and a couple weeks after that my grandfather had his surgery but soon developed complications.
Although he was never able to walk with his great-granddaughter, I will always be grateful my grandfather spent some quality time with her before he passed.
Losing my grandfather was another huge blow to our family and made me feel like I was suspended in time. The opportunity came to switch from nightshift to dayshift and I took it thinking perhaps that was the kind of change I needed in my life to keep me moving forward.
Meanwhile my niece grew and began crawling, standing, walking, and verbalizing. I am now the proud aunt of a fiesty one year old!
It is almost needless to say, but I will anyway – life moves on. It is up to us as individuals find our way to move forward. And that is exactly what I am trying to do.