My emotions have been a bit mixed today. I found out over the weekend that my grandfather passed away. This coming off after haveing been down with a back injury from a car accident when I got rear ended last month. During the first couple of weeks when I was only able to work on a modified basis, I felt like I wasn't pulling my weight and that maybe my job could be in jeopardy. This nearly led me to trying to come back to work too soon and putting my health at an unnecessary risk. Following the advice of a co-worker of mine, I took the time to let my body heal appropriately before coming back to work. I'm still not 100% but I'm a lot better than I was a month ago.
Just when I felt like I was getting into a groove, my mom calls me on Saturday to let me know that my grandfather moved out and went to heaven (I've always liked that term over "dying"). I hadn't seen him in years but I talked to him on the phone every once in a while. I've always had great memories for spending time at his and my grandmother's house when I was little. I know how close my mom was to her father. Her mom moved out about 14 years ago, which hit my mom pretty hard. I think she was able to take my grandfather's passing a little better but this still had an impact. I guess I'm just wondering how my mom is doing. She seems to be doing ok. I'm just in a bit of a whirlwind because family members that I have always known are no longer here. It's weird
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