My grandmother turns 93 today. I wrote a year ago that I was fairly certain she would make it. My feeling about her reaching 94 is less certain. She's just not the grandma I've always known. She know it too, and it bothers her. She has mentioned that it may just be time for her to go. She's perfectly healthy, but I do know if something happens, she isn't going to want to fight. I completely get it. I'm sure she would tell you her 93 years have flown by.
There has been a tremendous amount of sadness in the new year. On Friday, a classmate of Catherine's passed away from cancer. He was a wonderful young man. I knew him, although not well, but I did know his sister well. While I know there is gratitude that he is no longer suffering (and suffer he did), my heart is broken for them and I just can't imagine. No parent should bury their child.
We also had a student lose her mom yesterday. She'd been diagnosed with cancer 20 months ago. Again, it just shouldn't happen this way. My heart is broken for their family. In addition to the husband and young daughter she is leaving behind, I've been able to know her parents and as I said, no parent should ever bury their child.
January is a busy month. I've got lots of school work, and lots of church work. I was able to get the Christmas trees down, but everything else is still up. I didn't feel a lot of holiday joy, but I'm working really hard to be grateful for each day and to remember nothing is guaranteed. January is always a month filled with so much reality.
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