Some days are hard

I have been in Indiana for over twelve years now and some days I still ache for home. This is one of them. I just got word today that my grandmother is in the hospital. It is so hard to be 18 hours away and digest this information knowing I can’t be there. I know there is nothing I can do, but I just want to be there for my family and myself.

My grandmother has always been a big part of my life. My maiden name is Hubbard and I lived on Hubbard Ave., as did some of my family including my grandparents. When I was young I spent almost every afternoon at my grandmother’s. I enjoyed her company. It was my home away from home.

She is 83 now and has had some health issues for a few years now. She has to have someone at her house 14 hours a day during the day. My parents are there a lot taking care of her and my grandfather. I wish I could be there to help. I want to be there for support. I wish I could hug her and tell her how much she means to me. I would love to tell her that I cherish the fact she was such a big part of my life! Not a lot of kids get to have their grandparents live across the street.

Even though 1,100 miles separates us, I will be on my knees praying for my family back home. That is the most important thing I can do right now.

I have to smile looking at this picture because she has always hated getting her picture taken. So she would be pretty upset to know it was on my blog for everyone to see. This was taken in July 2007.