You Were Always On My Mind

I was in the hospital from 3/7/12 - 3/14/12.
Don't ask me why because I won't tell you.

On Friday 3/16, Grandpa Floyd called and told me he wasn't feeling too well and that I needed to come to Oregon. I sorted through various Craigslist "rideshare" posts and found one that would work as long as I could get to the halfway point, and then this person would drop me off at the bus station in Albany.

I asked my dad to drive me to Kelso, but horrified that I was accepting a ride to Oregon from a stranger (FYI, this seriously is a standard form of transportation amongst my generation), he said he'd drive me the whole way.

Dan was still at work while I put my plan in motion. I was determined to get to my grandpa.

My husband might just be extremely accustomed to my random quirks and spontaneous ideas, but I'm grateful there were no issues with my need to flea the state.

I told him, "I NEED to go to Oregon NOW.... and I'm actually already on my way down there with my dad."

He said, "Okay Babe, do what you gotta do."

I left all the bills ready to be sent out, pinned to the bulletin board with due dates written on the calendar, but I still felt guilty that I'd left the weight of our household on Dan while I selfishly left to see my grandpa.

I told Dan, "I have to do this, and I AM doing this. Not sure when I'll be back, but what would you give to spend one more week with your grandpa?"

And he said, "Anything."

Now my grandpa is gone, and I'm glad I left my own life for 10 days last March to be with him. I no longer feel selfish.