A Week of Downs

This week, as I had written earlier, was supposed to be full of great appointments and planning and crocheting. 

...Then this week actually happened.

Little Red had her eyes checked again. They are doing much better and there isn't even a smidgen of a possibility that she'll need surgery now! Hooray!  She keeps her glasses for now, but we'll go back in about 6 months to see if she will even need those! 

Tuesday we had workmen in our house creating a bit of chaos. Things are back to normal now, but it wasn't exactly a pleasant day.

Enter yesterday. Yesterday we ate our breakfast and waited for our lovely friend to come to watch the girls so I could take Buddy to our new occupational therapist.  It was going to be the first time she had seen him in person, but she was going to give us the results from the different surveys and questionnaires we've already filled out regarding his how he responds to his world.  I was super hopeful, as I've only heard great things about this woman, and it has been a long journey to even get to sit in her office. The results she gave us yesterday were like wiping another layer of grime off of a dirty window. We can't see perfectly, but we can see better how Buddy's tomorrows will be. The picture isn't a good one. With this therapist's help, though, there is much hope that Buddy can live a relatively normal life!

About 3 minutes from our arrival S's phone rang and he handed it to me. It was my dad. Strange. I answered, and in those 3 minutes I learned that a woman I have considered to be my grandmother had passed away.

ugh.

My own blood grandmother passed away when I was really little. I have a few memories of her, but mostly they consist of stories my mum tells.

This woman, though, Grandma T, was the one who helped me learn how to make rice krispies, start a row of knitting, took me to Swiss Chalet for special dates, and learned how to skype with me and my kids.  She prayed for me, encouraged me, and always wanted to be up on the latest news of my family.

Those three minutes of a phone call made me glad I had made an emergency trip to my parents house in Ontario back at mother's day. I was able to see her for the last time. I was able to introduce Little Bird to her and give Grandma T one last hug and kiss.

I will miss this dear woman. I am glad, though, that she is now with Jesus and far away from the pain and body that gave up.

Hopefully, the rest of this week will look up.

xo,
J

Soli Deo Gloria