In the last 3 months, I quit my job to start my own business, inherited mono from my sickly husband, became a first-time mom to a 12 year old, and now I’m watching my sweet granddaddy struggle for his life.
The same week I found out I had gotten mono from Casey, my sister and her two daughters found themselves living in our home due to some unfortunate circumstances. Although they all left here a week later, everything changed last Tuesday. That was the day Casey and I drove down to Alabama to pick up my 12 year old niece. We became parents overnight. My niece enrolled in her new school, where Casey teaches, on Friday and we maintained a busy schedule with birthday parties, church and even water balloon fights over the weekend.
As you can imagine, by Monday I was exhausted. The mono was kicking in and I couldn’t wait to get some sleep. After a couple hours of work that morning, I curled up for a nap, only to wake up to a call from my mom. My granddaddy was headed to the hospital in Kentucky and would soon be transferred to a hospital here in Nashville.
So here I sit. In the ICU, staring at my ailing granddaddy who just a few days ago, was mowing the lawn. My heart is aching and my body is weak.
I’m learning a lot about the word “wait.”
Waiting on doctors.
Waiting on healing.
Waiting on family.
Work can wait.
Sleep can wait.
Grandaddy can’t wait.
Tonight I’ll go home. A place that is currently housing me, Casey, my niece, my mom and my grandma.
I’ll be greeted by a niece and husband doing everything they can to make life easier on the family, like the dinner with place cards and homemade notes from last night.
Then tomorrow, by the Grace of God, I will wake up, head back to the hospital, and wait.
