It's late Friday/very early Saturday morning.
My grandma is very, very sick. I'm worried and having trouble thinking about much else. I have other things to do and thoughts to occupy my mind, but she finds her way into my life nearly every hour, either with a sudden jolt of realization about how serious things are or a slow overtaking of my brain's activities. I haven't seen her in weeks.
I want that to change this weekend if she's up to it. No matter how uncomfortable it may be for me...that doesn't matter. It's what family does.
She's the one that introduced me to the first barn I started serious lessons at, Fox Brush Farm. I diddled about at other western barns before that, but they taught me to ride.
She took me to a dude ranch in Colorado when I was in Fourth grade-the Don K Ranch (snort). I learned how to barrel race and line dance-well, as much as a Fourth grader can learn such things;)
She has supported me through so much of my life, especially when I was younger. Whatever our differences now, she was a safe place for me to land for so long. That is a wonderful thing to give to a child. I will never forget it.
I don't really know how to end this post. I want people to know how awesome a grandma she was for so much of my life. I still want her to be my grandma, and stick around for milestones that are sure to come. She hasn't even met Miles yet. I wanted her to this summer. I want her to.
Get well soon, Grandma.