okay, okay, you were right...

I was sad that my grandma died while I was in Africa. And I was a bit pissed at God for the really atrocious timing. But, its actually turned out to be a good thing in some ways. I found out that my dad would actually pay for me to fly home early & for us all to go to the funeral in Utah this coming week. In fact, he was fairly insistent that I return to TN as quickly as I could. Since he isn't the most sentimental man, this surprised me a bit. And it made me happy.
And, I get more time at home with the family, which is usually a good thing. And I get to go to Utah & see some old friends. Yay!

true confessions of a bored mind

when i was bored in lusaka, i should have thought about life in k-town & then it would have seemed a lot more exciting.

everytime i come home, my family leaves me home alone for hours. today they are all at work or band camp (ha ha, Babes!). and last night, my 1st night back home since April, my mom went over to her friend's house to visit & left me at home alone. wow, mom, i feel so loved right now.

a bitter irony

Before I left for Africa I went to visit my New Jersey grandparents. They are both 95 years old, and every time I've visited them in the last 5 years I think they will die before I see them again. So I try to visit them often & write them letters, etc.

My Utah grandma is almost 87. Since she is younger & has usually been healthier than G&G in NJ, I didn't' really think about her health.

But, since beginning this post 20 minutes ago, I got an email saying my Utah grandma has died. And I'm a million miles away with little hope of getting home for the funeral. I'm really sad.