I had a lot to think about last week, and came to the discovery that I’d love to start a little “Making Time For…” series on the blog.
If you didn’t know, my grandmother has dementia, and Thursday night I called her to say “Happy Birthday”. I love my grandmother but I hate calling her. I know that sounds horrible, but let me tell you why- 1) she forgets that I don’t speak much Spanish so half the conversation I don’t understand her and 2) I really don’t know what to talk about with her. Anyway, I called her… and she’d forgotten about me.
My Grammy Girl lives 8 hours away from me, so it’s really hard to visit. She also goes in and out with her memory. Her dementia isn’t bad (yet) but it’s only a matter of time. Knowing she’d momentarily forgotten about me had me so heartbroken that I cried for an hour and a half to my mom even though I knew it wasn’t my grandma’s fault.
It got me thinking- I need to make more time for my family. Time on Earth is PRECIOUS and I don’t even know silly things about my grandmother that I always wanted to know– What is her favorite color? What was her first job? What was her childhood home like?
Not only that, but I realized I hadn’t seen my dad and brother since Christmas, my mom and sister since early March, and I haven’t seen my older sister since BEFORE Christmas when we went skiing. I had a Facebook chat conversation with my older sister, Arlene, and she told me I need to make more time for my family.
I realized God was sending me a message- GO VISIT THE FAMILY. So that’s just what I did. And all this crazy ensued..
I had SO much fun visiting my family. We did SO much- hanging out on the sailboat, eating Marble Slab, shopping at World Market, going on the Lexington, and just generally having a good time. Mathew and I decided that we want to try and visit at least once a month. It’s time to make time for my family.