Hanging In There

This past week has not been a good one. In fact, I think I can safely say it's been one of the worst of my life.

I don't want to elaborate too much here yet. Suffice it to say that one of my aunts is in hospital back at home in Newfoundland and the news is anything but good. I expect I may have to take Petite and fly home for a couple of weeks to see my aunt, and spend some quality time with her.

I hate to think that we are going to lose her. But I suspect there is no way to avoid it. Please God I will get the opportunity to see her again before that time comes.

This week, I am sad not only for myself at the thought of losing someone who has been like a second mom to me, but also for my own mom as she is preparing to lose a sister; the first of the five siblings. I am even more sad for Petite, because Petite adores her great aunts and uncles. This one in particular. And she is too young to have any tangible memories of my aunt yet. At least the rest of the family has memories and wonderful things to recall. Petite cannot do that.

I am just heartbroken.

So I'm hiding and dealing, and just hanging in there. Prayers and good thoughts are most welcome right now. Bear with me.