Thanks for being patient with the silence this past week. My husband’s grandmother passed away in the wee hours Saturday morning and I have been trying to make myself available to the family in every possible way.
Whoever “everyone” is, I am assured that they know a real blogger has posts in the chute to cover for a few days while they deal with the unexpected. Well, it’s time I confessed something. I am a last-minute girl. Have been my whole life. (Well, when I’m not a “aahhhh, forget it” girl, I’m a last minute girl.) I’m not late so much as I am dancing about with other things until the very last minute.
This is something I’ve really been working on in Year of the Grown-Up. I don’t want to be scrambling at the last minute for my whole life, and if changes are going to be made, they will come as all do: slow and tedious.
I’ve made some progress on this front, though; I am now regularly packed for travel about one hour before leaving the house instead of one minute before. Celebrate the little successes, right?
But I’m new to regular blogging, and still have a long way to grow. Hence the short hiatus in posts this past week. Meanwhile I’ve been learning a lot of grown-up-world things as I join the family in taking care of the details that follow a death.
We’ll jump back in with regular posts on Monday, when I’ve slept a bit more. Until then, I’d be interested to hear what thoughts and questions you have relating to bereavement…
Is there something that you always find awkward, or something people have done or said to you in a time of loss that was completely unhelpful or insensitive? Or perhaps was the exact right thing?