Saying Goodbye

With only 5 weeks left until we start running it's time to start saying goodbye to people, places, and things we're leaving behind. We said goodbye to our house a few months ago, which was easier than we thought it would be, so I think we assumed it would be easier to say goodbye to the other attachments in our life. But this weekend we said goodbye to the cat we've had for the last 6 years, and to my 92-year-old Grandma and for a minute I didn't want to leave. 

We are very fortunate that our friend Tracey from Crossfit was willing to make a new home for Jack, and though he doesn't transition well to new places, given time we know he'll be so happy on their farm! We still find ourselves coming home and looking for the cat, or thinking we see him out of the corner of our eyes, but we know it had to happen sooner rather than later.

Jack is the best at snuggling

Jack is the best at snuggling

Jack and KP watching TV

Jack and KP watching TV

After dropping Jack off we got to go home this weekend to the ranch I grew up on, for Labor Day and my mom's birthday. My sister and I were both home (which hasn't happened in years) with my mom and grandma and our family friend Stan. It was so nice to have all of us together and to celebrate my mom's upcoming birthday. I even got together with some old high school friends to celebrate our "10-year reunion". With a class of only 8 people total, having 3 of us show up, meant we had almost half of our class show up... a pretty good turn out for a reunion! And we had a great time catching up... as you can see --->

 

But the weekend was bittersweet, as Grandma and I also attended a funeral for her neighbor, a long time friend of hers. I have a hard time disliking funerals because they bring people together that you'd never get in the same room other times. It was so nice to see so many of the people I grew up with, and to visit the church that held so many memories for me; singing in front of an audience for the first time, Christmas services, and even meeting my future husband at church camp. All this lead up to the goodbye I'd been dreading the most.

Grandma got to visit me last summer when I was playing Patsy Cline, one of her all time favorites, and such a precious memory for me!

Grandma got to visit me last summer when I was playing Patsy Cline, one of her all time favorites, and such a precious memory for me!

My grandma is 92 and her memory is going a little more each day. She still remembers us and her long term memory is fine, but it's very hard for her to take in anything new so most of your conversations with her are circular at best. She knows that we're going on a trip, but doesn't remember where we're going or for how long. I know that there's a very good chance she won't be here when we come home and it breaks my heart. I will admit we both broke down saying goodbye, and even now I can't write this without tearing up. It's so exciting to be getting ready for a trip like this, but it's weird to think how much will change while we're gone. I hope that when we come home my grandma will be one of the first to greet us, but I am prepared for the fact that that may not be the case. And that's why we're going to live every moment of this trip to the fullest! It takes a lot of sacrifices to be able to do something like this, so we will take the good with the bad and make the most of it!

 

 

The countdown continues with 5 Mondays until we start running!

Bonus Picture:

 
At 92, grandma still drinks her Chardonnay every evening... and sometimes she even shares! : )

At 92, grandma still drinks her Chardonnay every evening... and sometimes she even shares! : )