I had a great time in El Paso and hit up two big malls with my sister-in-law (we know how to shop, let me tell ya!) while my dad and brothers were checking out the Carlsbad Caves in New Mexico. I ended up driving home on Monday (another little thing that didn't go as planned) and on the way home, my mom called and said that my Grandpa had taken a turn for the worse, was back in ICU and that she was going to go down and see him that day and wanted to take me with her if I was up for it.
So I was home for about two hours re-packing and then I got in the car with my mom to go down to Fort Worth to see my Grandpa. We stayed with my Uncle for a week watching my Grandpa get worse and realizing the gravity of the situation until last Tuesday when he passed away about 9:00 that evening. My mom and I came home the following day to get the rest of our family together before going back down Saturday for the memorial service. My sister and my older brother were both able to make it home so our whole family could be together during this time of loss for us.
When stuff like this happens, it gives you a perspective on things that you didn't have before. How short your life really is. That the choices you make have consequences. That your life affects every person around you in one way or another. That it's more important to love and be loved than anything else. That every life has it's end and that we need to be ready for what comes after.
I'll get better pictures up soon but for now, this one will do. My Grampa Bob gave this angel to me when I was in the hospital for my 18th Birthday.