Yes, I know it’s been a while….

I know it’s been a while since I’ve written here. Sometimes, Life just gets in the way sometimes. Or I sit down to write something, and nothing comes out. Or I look out the window, and so much is happening and I don’t know where to begin.

So last week, Congress finally certified the Electoral College voting. Biden will be the next President. Cheetos-Face apparently had other ideas, and I think he’ll find out pretty soon that inciting a riot in CAPITOL building will not be a good thing for your political career.

But this is not about the drama in Washington DC, and all the talk about sedition and insurrection (here’s a clue. The election is over. Power will change hands on January 20, and you’ll have another change to change in 4 years). This is about something even more personal (at least to me):

In September, Grandma turned 95. There were phone calls (I was one of them), and visitors. And afterwards, the decline started. I think it was mainly due to age. There were a couple of falls. And soon after Christmas, she ended up in the hospital. The initial talk was to release her into a rehab facility,but her decline continued, and in the end, it was decided to send her home, and let nature run its course (that last part my father did not tell me, but the writing was on the wall). So, she came home from the hospital yesterday (Sunday). And Sunday afternoon, surrounded by family, Dorothy Bryant slipped off this mortal coil. I found out about this while checking my Facebook feed. And I called Dad to confirm it. There is grief. But her suffering is now over. My father, who was her caretaker for the past 25 years, can finally retire.

This past week at work, I was plagued with the urge to call out Sunday night. I didn’t have a specific reason too. But when I got home Sunday morning and checked how much sick time I had available (and I had enough to cover my shift), I decided to pull the trigger, and take a sick day for mental health (the week at work had been particularly stressful, too). So I called out, and put in a request to use my sick time. And then I turned on my computer and found out. Had I not called out, I would’ve found out while I was on the bus to work. And I most likely would’ve tried to work through it. Not a good proposition. I guess it was foreboding, but it was a good thing I heeded it…

Grandma, you will be missed.