Four days later, *I* got sick. And I really got sick, usually I can still at least sit at the computer and read blogs and e-mails. I was too sick for that. I spent the day sleeping and hoping I could keep down crackers and tylenol.
So I wasn't able to do as much baking as I usually do. We weren't able to go to the museums or get all the shopping done until the very last minute. I thought of the line from The Grinch who Stole Christmas about Christmas - "it came". And it was nice, despite not being exactly as I planned.
Then, a few days after Christmas I got the call that my Grandpa had passed away. We knew he had been in declining health. I was fortunate enough to be able to fly out to the funeral, despite a major snowstorm. I'm so glad I was able to go. There may have been six inches of snow on the ground, countless flight delays, but I was there.
|Roses outside the building where my Grandpa's funeral was held.|
I didn't have time for quiet contemplation of the past year, and time to think about goals for 2011. So I feel out of sorts, even more so than usual. And rather surprised that it's already January 9th. I'm left feeling like there was something very important I was supposed to do that I haven't.