I've spent New Year's Eve many different ways and only a few of them stick out in my mind. As a single woman many were spent alone watching movies and going to bed before midnight. As a dating woman I remember one New Year's Eve spending it with a group of people watching my rock star boyfriend play in his rock star band at one of the Twin Cities premier New Year's Eve celebrations. As a married woman I don't remember our first New Year's Eve, but I remember my first as a married mother going to sleep early in account for the numerous endless night feedings.
Today, I am remembering last New Year's Eve, 2010.
The day prior I packed a bag and left for my hometown three hours away, praying I wasn't going to be too late. My Grandpa was sick, having another heart attack, holding on for life so dear in the Emergency Room.
I remember sleeping in the hospital for three nights, spending New Year's Eve with my Grandpa. Taking care of him, talking with him, praying with him. What a blessing to have been able to pray with him.
I remember being sad leaving the hospital to come home to my own family, wondering if that was the last time I'd see Grandpa.
He was so amazing. He amazed us all that time too, he pulled through one last time. I've been thinking of him a lot lately. The other day, I almost asked my Dad on the phone how Grandpa was doing. I miss him. Grandpa left me with so many memories of my childhood as well as my adult life. I miss him.
I took this photo last summer as it reminded me so much of my own childhood. My grandparents owned a grocery store in a small town. The buildings were close together much like this picture. The only difference was that we had to walk single file because the buildings were much tighter. Sophie reminded me of myself.
Remembering those we love on New Year's Eve....