The past two weeks have been rough. I’ve got a lot to talk about, but I’m really having trouble figuring out how to get started. So, I’m going to just write and see where this goes. I’ll consider this my therapy. It was Wednesday and my sister called. Mom was just rushed to the hospital…

Yesterday, while we were visiting with mom, I was asking my kids to tell a story about their favorite memories with grandma. Paxton told about a trip to Knott’s Berry Farm, and Blake talked about a time she was doing sand-art with her. I really enjoyed it, so I went ahead and asked my Nephew…