The Hits Just Keep Coming

Today was supposed to be a lighthearted-post kinda day... a fun post detailing all the fun shenanigans I've been getting into while getting stuff done.

Yesterday was supposed to be a fun day with Mr. RH - we've been knee-deep in wedding plans and life plans and haven't taken out much time to do anything lately... but instead I was added to an email thread mid-conversation that mentioned obituaries, hotels, and funeral homes.

Of course, I hadn't recieved the notice that anyone had passed away, my dad was (I found out later) in a six-hour meeting and he didn't know either, so I had to call my baby brother and tell him that grandma had died - which of course had me dissolved in a puddle of incomprehensible tears while mumbling into the phone while sitting in Mr. RH's lap.

So much for kicking off August with a bang.

For the past several years, fall has had me holding my breath.  Tip-toeing around because my grandma, grandpa, and then mom died during consecutive falls - 2005, 2006, 2007.

If the phone rang during August through November of 2008-2011, I held my breath.  And I'm not gonna lie, I was not holding my breath yesterday.

I even said to Mr. RH... "does this mean she died?"  Because the email caught me so off guard and I just didn't know.

And honestly?  I am worked up because I know I can't write a fitting tribute to the person who raised the person who raised you. Because how can you?

You can't.

Instead, we say Thank You and hope it's enough.


Goodbye, sweet grandma.  You were the closest to sainthood of anyone I've ever met.

Until I see you again...