These past two days I have caught glimpses of things. Things that I had been missing out on. I went to my grandparents house yesterday and just talked with them, about their life, about my life and about memories. Today I thought about what a hole will be left when they go to be with God. I just hope that I am making them proud of me. My Papa is a man I love dearly. I admire him so much for the way in which he conducts himself and cares for my Mama. He loves her when her comments can sting, gets her things she needs and wants, patiently gives her her medications and holds her hand in public. My Papa is having surgery Tuesday and I am scared. He is almost 90 years old and you know surgey at that age can be risky.I just have to let God guide the surgeons hand and get my Papa through this.

Another glimpse I saw was that of love. Love for a person that makes you happy. New love. Infatuation that given time will mature and with God's help thrive as they become life partners. No it wont be easy. I just need to be as supportive as possible even though my concerns.

Tonight I got a hug from a friend. To some that may seem small but to me it meant the world. I have missed my friend whose focus has altered to a new interest in life. I told my mom that everything was worth it just to get that hug, smile and thank you.

Next week cometh like a Goliath, ready to pounce. Finals in a subject I struggle with, surgery and a wedding. But I will be ready. Just hand me my slingshot and watch out!