Seven

I am still writing my way through this. People have expressed surprise that I can write so soon after the accident, but writing is kind of my way of making sure that I am still here.

I woke up this morning at my grandmother's house, to the call of "Breakfast is ready!" from my grandfather. It is like stepping back in time, being in this house. I've been longing to come back here for years, and haven't, simply because Edmonton is a long, long way from California. But here I am now. My sister and I flew out here yesterday morning.

The kids are with their Grandma, and there is probably no other reason under heaven that I'd leave them at this point in time, but I'm always amazed by how secure they feel around their Grandpa and Grandma. The family thing is so strong.

I have so much to say, but it will have to wait. I'm going to squeeze as much time with Grandma and Grandpa as I can out of this short visit.