Crabapple. You certainly wouldn't want to eat the fruit, but the tree is gorgeous, especially at this time of year.
It was a difficult weekend. And a wonderful weekend.
We made the 500 mile drive to Pennsylvania on Thursday. One truck packed with Grandma's belongings, driven by Verne, and Abigail as his companion. One mini-van packed with people: Collin, Mac, Jon, Autumn, Grandma, and me. Two stops. Nine and a half hours.
We had Grandma's possessions unloaded at my parent's home in no time, and then made our way to Verne's parents to set up camp for the weekend. All three boys in a borrowed travel camper, girls in the living room, and spare bedroom, Verne and I in his boyhood room. Sleep didn't come easy.
Living so far away makes for difficult visits. We ride in the car from one relative to another, making sure that we see everyone in a short amount of time. Friday we dutifully made our rounds. Verne's grandpa in the hospital, my pap in the assisted living facility, Verne's grandma in her home. Never knowing if this will be the last time we might see them as they're 95, 84, and 87, respectively. Aunts and cousins popping in here and there made for lively conversation.
Saturday we visited old neighbors, and then met my family at my parent's home. I'd like to have a nickel for every time Jon was asked how tall he is over the weekend. He would, too. And then, it was time to say goodbye to Grandma for we'd be leaving in the morning. And it wasn't easy. Three years is a long time to live with someone.
We made our way to Dayton, OH, to visit our dear friends and worship in our former church. Such a sweet time of fellowship!
We arrived back home shortly before 2 AM. I'm exhausted. More emotionally than physically which leaves me surprised.
Laundry. And more laundry. And waiting for Grandma to wake and come to the kitchen, but she doesn't.