It has been raining for the past day, and it's wonderful. And you know what they say, when it rains, it pours...Yeah, it pours. My Grandmother in Guatemala had two more strokes yesterday in the afternoon. Last night on my way home to cook dinner and just catch up on sleep, husband time and TV, my mom called. She said my Abuela had two strokes and they had taken her to the airport. So it was up to me to get ahold of my aunt to let her know what was going on. By the time my aunt called back, she was freaking out. She was exasperatedly making plans to fly out to Guatemala last night. So she would drive herself from her home in Goleta, CA to LAX. I would then meet her at the airport, take her car and drive home in it. Meanwhile whoever drives me there would have to drive so that we would get there pretty much at the same time.
Yesterday I felt like I was drowning. I got anxious and annoyed. I love my Abuela, and I cringe at the thought of my dad having to watch all this unfold. He is happy that he's there, but my goodness what that must be like. I feel for my aunt's anxiousness to leave and be with her mother, but I don't know if that was the smartest thing.
I'm just glad tonight will not be so crazy. At least I hope it won't be. Ha. Now that I said that it will be nuts.
It's an adventure.