An Emergency Trip to Michigan and THE CUB IS ONE!
I guess that I must document the unfortunate events as well as the blessings. On July 10 I received one of those stomach sinking texts "URGENT, CALL ME" from my mother. I called. It was the kids' lunch time. Mom said, "Paul is gone." What? I didn't understand what she was trying to say. My heart was prepared for loss just from the tone of her text but this didn't make sense. Mom just married Paul 6 weeks ago. They were over the moon in love with each other. They were going on their honeymoon tomorrow. After being left once, abused, surviving cancer, my mother was finally going to be cared for into her golden years. So, "What?" Paul was never revived from his massive heart attack. He was healthy, so we thought. He was a man of Giant Sized Faith. He is gone. I cried, called PaPa, and moved through the lunch preparations. For me death couldn't stop the life that I had to keep going in that moment. When my man came home from work we hu...