An Unbelievable Weekend

This weekend was a roller-coaster ride of emotions. I think my current state of exhaustion is a mere side-effect.

First, the good news. I'm an aunt once again. Nephew number 9 has arrived. He was born Saturday afternoon to my youngest brother and his wife. They named the little fellow Luke Jasper. Isn't that cute? Jasper is such an uncommon name but I love how it compliments Luke. They baby weighed in at 8lbs and 3oz and measured 19 3/4 inches long. A good sized little fellow, wouldn't you say? His mama only had to push twice to bring him into this world.

When my brother called to say the baby had been born I didn't believe him. No one had even called to say "hey, we're on our way to the hospital" or "Jaime was just admitted to the hospital. We're having a baby today." So the shock of hearing he was actually here was a great surprise. I have to admit I was a bit disappointed we hadn't been informed but the feeling quickly passed when I realized I had a new baby to get to know.

I can't say the rest of the family was so forgiving. My dad was particularly offended and didn't go to the hospital until the next day. My sister and I argued with him to no avail. We only pissed him off more by defending Jake and Jaime's decision to do the delivery on their own. We got him riled enough to get our other brother irritated with us...oh, well. No one can piss you off like family, right?

In the end it all worked out, though. My dad went to visit the baby at the hospital this morning and then the rest of the family (including my dad) visited them at home late tonight. Hopefully this enmass gathering made up for the lack of visitors at the hospital.

My grandma survived the weekend but hospice has announced she's "actively dying", whatever that means. So I expect there will be a funeral within the next week and half.

Now for the really tragic news. Knowing my grandma is going to pass softens the blow. We have had lots of time to visit and say our goodbyes. We can also see how frail she is and how difficult life has become at 92. When death is abrupt and descends upon a loved one without warning, there is no way to soften the blow. Yesterday a good friend of mine lost her husband in an automobile accident. When I received the phone call letting me know I could hardly fathom her loss.

I've said many prayers for her and her family since last night. If you'd like to ask for God to help carry the burden of her loss, please do. Her name is June and I think she can use every well wish and prayer we can give her.