One week ago… I was distracted while trying to cook dinner by folding mountains of laundry that had piled up and trying to get our house in some sort of order that I burned dinner. Life had been difficult over the last month, with my Father-in-law being the in the hospital normal routines had been turned upside down. But things were getting better, he was out of the ICU, send back to his local hospital instead of the bigger hospital in the city and I felt like I was finally getting a handle on life again.
One week ago… Hubs and I were laughing off the fact that I had failed at browning ground beef, a basic cooking 101 skill. He suggested we go to Lonestar for dinner. So off we went with 3 kids in tow, our first restaurant outing as a family of 5. The food was good, the kids were behaving, we were relaxed and enjoying the moment.
One week ago… We got “the phone call” while out at dinner. “Come to the hospital now” said the nurse “Your Father isn’t doing well” How could that be? We were there visiting him with the kids the day before. He greeted Little Roo with a “Hello Sweetheart”. Little Bear shared some French Fries from his lunch with Grandpa and Monkey chatted his ear off about everything and anything.
One week ago… We lost a hard working, loving Father and Grandfather.
One week ago… Everything changed.