A Classy Southern

I wish I could say my Dad cares about me without questioning it. That just isn’t possible though.

So, I began my summer reading on Thursday and just finished it. I HIGHLY recommend “The Shack” to everyone. 

Life changing.

Amazing.

Incredible.

Just a few words that went through my head as I was reading it.

Now I need to find my next one, I’m thinking “50 Shades of Grey”? 

Today while Momma and I were in my Granny’s room waiting for her to come back from surgery, the surgeon comes in to tell us that everything went great and that there were no complications. BUT that the lump in her breast was “extremely suspicious” and that it was most likely cancer…again. So, while Momma and I were sitting there kind of dumbfounded at what he had just told us, she turns to me and says, ” Well, when she does die you will have the satisfaction of knowing that you helped her in every way possible and became close to her.” Obviously I wanted to break down right there but I contained myself.

In my family I’m the “quiet one,” simply because I cannot get a word in in this family. I’m the baby of the family (sweet, I know) so I’m not as close to my Granny as my two older sisters. I’m also her “birthday present” (we share the same birthday), one would think that would make us closer, but like I said I don’t really say much of anything to anyone in my family. In ‘09 she went in for a simple outpatient surgery that ended up keeping her in the hospital for 3 months and in a nursing home for 3 months. The surgeon had nicked her intestines, her kidney’s ended up failing, she had several heart attacks, a stroke and had to learn to walk all over again. Not to mention she had breast cancer in ‘01 or ‘02 (no one in my family can seem to really remember what year it is?) After the “09 incident” I told myself I was going to be get closer to her. So, that summer once she got to come home I stayed with her and helped her with all the basic necessities.

After going away to college for my freshman year then deciding to come back home I was left in charge of helping her yet again. Doing her laundry, taking her to her doctor appointments, taking her to the grocery store. Anything she needs, I’m the one she calls. Now, don’t get me wrong I love helping her, but it does get stressful. My grades have been slipping lately because I don’t really seem to have time to do my homework as well as I know that I can. 

Needless to say, my stress level has been crazy high lately ad quiet frankly it’s only going to get higher and higher within the next couple of weeks/months.

For those of you who do pray, please keep my Granny and my family in your prayers.
For those of you who do not, just keep up in your thoughts please.

*le sigh* 

Every time I get a text or call, I get excited hoping that it’s you. I guess this is a sign that you’re really over me. 

“Forgive me first love..”