The Sniffer

Based on the ruddy red cheeks, beer bellies a popping and the smell wafting through the office today, I'd say the work Christmas party was a hit.

I've not come to this space to blog because work was/is super busy. It's not been busy.

I've not come to this space to blog because I've not been crafting. I have been crafting.

I've not come to this space to blog because I have nothing to say. I have had lots to say.

My thoughts have been inward and forward. For a while, we've known Grandpa was not going to be with us long. After the loss of Grandma, Grandpa has been in a slow decline. Family has been taking care of him for the past two years. Then things changed recently and Grandpa needed more help. After a month or so of Hospice at-home care, they recently had to move Grandpa to Hospice.

You see, Grandpa is such a representation of Jon. It has been said by family members that Jon is more Musgrove than Handyman. Which time and experience has proven to be true. Jon is so much like his Grandpa that I instantly loved Grandpa when I first met him so many years ago. In Grandpa, I see Jon. In Jon, I see Grandpa. Grandpa is Jon's future. So, to know Grandpa has always felt like seeing into the future with Jon.

So, I've not come to this space because I've have a lot on my heart. I've lost 2 Grandpas and 2 Grandma's. Anticipating losing Grandpa reduces me to tears every time. Typing this, I'm trying not to cry, which would make me a red eyed, sniffling soggy mess at my desk.

I've been head, hands and heart busy. Please pray for Grandpa.