We are preparing to make a 5 hour trip across our state to say goodbye to my Grandma. She had been fighting lung cancer. Thursday night she went home to be with her Savior. She is now pain free, whole, healthy, and I know one day I will see her again. She was a woman that taught me what real love is, her and my Grandpa got married when she was 15, he was 17 and just celebrated 59 years together a few weeks ago. She raised 4 children picking cotton in the bootheel. When we grandkids came along she worked with my Grandpa as a janitor at a doctors office. I have NEVER known someone who worked harder, was more generous with their time/money(and she never had a lot of that), and who was as content with their life. She did NOT have an easy one. She will be greatly missed. A friend of mine recently said the hardest part about growing up is watching your Heroes pass. She was one of mine.
We are blessed with great friends here, that have two boys that are going to poodle sit for us. Biscuit wouldn't have many chances to have as much fun with us on this trip as he is gonna have with two boys to roughhouse with. I'm just thankful for friends willing to poodle-sit at the drop of a hat. Of course, her boys think he is awesome, especially with his current style of a mohawk.