Thursday, February 20, 2014
Close to Nowhere
What a difference!
This past Sunday was nearly a world away from the previous Sunday!
Last Sunday was extremely cold and miserable and threatening more of the same. This past Sunday was much warmer and promising more of the same.
If Pop hadn’t been in the hospital, it would have been a great weekend.
He knew he wasn’t living right when he called Dr. Hawkins’ office to make an appointment and she told him to go straight to the hospital. That only proves how well she knows him!
We arrived at the new hospital in Olive Branch in the early afternoon and they just went straight ahead and admitted him.
Didn’t take long for him to start nagging me to go home. He’s a funny patient — he wants to be left entirely alone by family and friends — even me!
I think it’s so he can spend quality time with the nurses.
He had a lot of fluid in his legs and around his heart, and once they got it draining off, he immediately felt better.
It was too bad that he wasn’t home Sunday though. His “extra” granddaughters were all there.
Samantha is the newest one, she was “adopted” about sixth or seventh grade.
Robin and Grace have been around a bit longer. Grace joined the family in 3-year-old kindergarten at the Methodist Church with Miss Angie. They still love her!
Robin joined us in 5-year-old kindergarten. Their three moms, dads and I spent a lot of time carting those girls here, there and yon, especially as Robin lived in Victoria, Grace in Holly Springs and Mere in Laws Hill.
It made for long hauls and very inventive car-pooling.
It was very strange Sunday as I thought about the girls. Mere and Robin went off to church by themselves. They came home with Sam. I have no idea if Sam went to her own church or with them, though.
They sat in the house awhile and watched cartoons (Japanese animé, which is still cartoons to me). They played outside with the dogs and horses for a long while and then came tromping in hungry, wanting to know what I was cooking and being quite pleased at hamburgers and french fries.
It was just like a million other Sundays growing up.
One big difference — first Grace came in and announced she had to leave, then Robin.
They both got in their separate cars and drove themselves home.
At first it was a relief not to carpool anymore.
Then, I was strangely sad...
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