Do you want to know the worst/best reason to take a weekend trip? It’s when your grandma (who is nearly 90) calls you up and informs you that she’s moving to
So we’re off this weekend to go spend some time with her, and to let her spend some time with Gabbie, her first (and likely only during her lifetime) great-grandchild. I’m excited to head down, if not somewhat dreading the long ride in the car with a 1-year-old. We’ll see lots of relatives. Aaron and I will escape on Saturday or Sunday morning to have breakfast at our favorite breakfast restaurant, just the two of us. And we’ll get in as much time as possible with Grandma.
It’s been hard leaving after a visit with her for years. At that age, you don’t know when the last visit will be, but knowing that she’s starting to fade and she’s moving far away makes this even more likely to be the last visit. I’m going to be a wreck the whole way home, for sure. It feels like I just lost my other grandma, even though it’s been about a year and a half, and I’m not ready to lose another one. I know, I’m lucky to still have most of my grandparents alive, and it’s not something I take for granted, but I’m still not ready to lose them.