I just got the news last night that my Grandpa Busteed passed away. He'd been sick for awhile and had to have a heart surgery in December. He seemed to be doing well, and all the doctors were really surprised with how well he recovered from another surgery. (He has had a few other surgeries this past year.) So even though I knew it was always a possibility for him to not make it much longer, I wasn't really expecting it to be now.
I'm happy that he isn't in any pain or discomfort anymore. I know this past year has been hard on him physically and he needed to rest. I am just always so sad for the people left behind that loved him. My grandmother loved him and took care of him all of her life, and now all of the sudden, poof...he isn't there anymore. I can't imagine how that would feel? My heart aches for her.
Also, my oldest and dearest friend from back home got married. Ironically on the same day I got news that my grandpa passed away. She is one of the most caring and genuine people I know. She has so much integrity that whenever I'm around her, I feel like a better person too. I am so happy for her to have found a true and eternal love. I haven't met this young man yet, but my parents have confirmed that he has such a great guy and really treats her well. I would have loved to have been there to see her marry, but because of the short notice, you know us Mormons do that sometimes, I wasn't able to make it.
It is times like these that I feel torn between my home here in Oklahoma and my home back in Wyoming. My blog page talks about this a little and how I've come to learn that home just isn't where I'm from, but it is where the people I love are. I've also learned that can be mean more than one place. I have a great life here in Oklahoma, but half of my heart will always long to be near my family back in Wyoming.
I have been searching for tickets to see if it is possible for me to fly home with my girls for the funeral and be with all the family together. I feel like I need that closure to say good bye. I can't even remember the last time I spoke to my grandpa, or what I said? Did I tell him I loved him? Did he know that I really loved him, even though we didn't see each other much? I pray he does.
I want to be able to give my grandma a big hug and tell her how much I love her. I worry I won't get to see her much before her time is over on this earth. That is the struggle of living a life so far away from the people you love. I was raised just down the street practically from both sets of my grandparents, and they were involved in almost every aspect of my life. Every birthday, recital, sporting event, church program, family bbq's, it goes on and on. So many memories of them that I am flooded with emotions of gratitude and love.
I am not sure if I will be able to go to Wyoming this week? But one thing is for sure, whether I am there in flesh or not, for this week, my whole heart will be in my home in Wyoming with my loved ones.
