Wow

It's been nearly two months since I've posted anything. Ha, and A LOT has gone on, which makes me wonder why I haven't taken advantage of the opportunity to vent. Well, case one, my grandfather passed away. I never in my life (I am a VERYY naive individual) thought I would ever be without a grandfather. He was just always there. No matter how old he got, he was still going to be there. He had his massive heart attack in NJ, but that was okay he was going to overcome it, like he always does. And he did.
After weeks in The University of Pennsylvania at Philadelphia's Cardiac Unit, he was great. He got a difibulator (ha, spelling is not up my ally tonight) and was sent to Riverside Rehabilitation Center to get even more better. I can't believe I'm crying STILL, a month and a half after, as I write this. No. More. Crying. I hate being so emotional. Anyway, he was doing amazing. The doctors there were in a state of awestruck and confusion at how there was anyway possible he was to make it out alive "because it is damn near impossible for him to be here- breathing, talking and even remembering anything. He must have a purpose to be here."
After I heard that, it kind of scared me. I saw him with my family that night, but got busy and confident that things would get better so I hadn't seen him again. My mom had told me he was released and he was driving my grandma and him to his appointments and everything was fine. Well, after one of his appointments, my mom dropped them off at their house and before he even put lunch on the table, the hospital called and said to stop what he is doing immediately and come to the hopsital- he had a blood infection and his white blood cells were extremely low. So he did as he was told, and he was back in the hospital. But silly, naive me just knew everything was still a-okay. I still didn't go see him. I went on with my life. Jon and I were at the races dropping Alex off (after a very LONG weekend with a 7 year old and a 24 year old that finally realized how a fishing pole works ;) and out of no where I decided to go see him.
I went straight from the races to the hospital. It was weird. There wasn't something right when I walked in. Grandpa looked completely out of it. Honestly, not even alive at all. Then I walked in, and said "Heyyy, Grandpaa!" (In my southern twang and long drawn out words he use to always make fun of me over) and he jumped, like lightening hit him or something. While getting dressed in my scrubs to get in the room, he started talking to me like nothing was wrong, very young-like. He made sure to check on everything, that Jon was still in the Army, that I was still in school, that my parents had made it back home safe from VA Beach that night, stuff like that. Visiting hours ended at 8:00 and I left at 8:05/8:10. He said he had sent Grandma home early because "all he had was tests that day, nothing she should be worried about, boring stuff". So I left, told him I love him, and he said "Make sure you tell everyone I love them, and hey, come around more often, I miss you, don't be a stranger". I said "Okay Grandpa, I'll come over tomorrow after church. I love you." He said "I love you too, Shuggie."
I went to bed that night with an uneasy feeling, but I was still at peace with things. At least I went to see him, I kept telling myself. Then early the next morning, at 5:46am I got a phone call from my dad. He was crying so hard before and trying to hold it in now, I could barely understand him. He said, "Sweetie, your Grandpa passed away this morning." My mind went totally blank. I still do not remember what I said, but I made sure to ask if he was okay, of course he said yes.
I couldn't fall back to sleep that night. I talked to everyone. Anyone who would answer my texts, which suprisingly were quite a few, at least for that time. And the viewing came and went, as did the funeral. Never again do I want to go to another military funeral. Never. I expressed this direly to Jon, who could hardly handle it as well, and he told me the feeling will change with time. Doubt it. But that leads me to here. Right now. With no Grandfather with me. But that's okay, I at least got to see him, right?

ANYWAY, on a MUCH lighter note. School started. Ha. That's all I can say. Seven classes this semester (Intro to Early Childhood Education, Infant and Toddler Programs, First Aid and Saftey, Teaching Language Arts to Young Children, Child Psychology, College Success Skills, and Child Psychology), still working at Bed Bath and Beyond at least two to four days a week. I volunteer at Riverside Elementary (Go Bears! Whoohoo I went there! :) in Mrs. Cram's first grade class, at CHKD (breaks my heart every single freaking time), and in my Church's nursery every Sunday at 11:00am. Never thought 12-18 months would be so awesome. Officially, my new favorite age. Soon, I'm starting the Girl Scout troop I've always wanted to start :) I am STOKED! I'm so lucky to have a man who is sooo supportive. Poor guy ;)

The wedding is coming very, very soon. October 24, 2009. Wow. 41 days. Everything is moving fast now that I moved it up a freaking YEAR. I just love myself and my ideas. Most of the time.
But this post is toooooooo long soo I'm going to switch the laundry and go to bed. Goodnight!

P.S. Moving date is set to September 26, 2009.
Bridal Shower- October 11, 2009 11am
Bachelorette Party (oh, Lord)- October 17, 2009 8pm