The last week was a nightmare. I was in and out of the hospital for “heartburn” which turned out to be my gallbladder acting up. I’m going “low-fat” in hopes of avoiding surgery.

I was supposed to sing “Amazing Grace” as per my Grandpa’s request but I couldn’t drag my sick ass out of bed and all the way to Illinois. I missed the funeral and I’m crushed.

I needed to grieve with my family and I’m still devastated. Instead they called and told me how nice the funeral was…it just keeps getting worse. I had hoped he would hold my little one in his arms before he died. I look through old pictures and I miss him.