If you're keeping track, it's been a month. In the past month, I took a road trip to Madison, met Matt's new coworkers, met with attorneys, worked harder than I thought possible at my job, challenged myself in ways I didn't quite think possible, caught a cold I never kicked, spent time with my family and all around dealt with being an adult.
I don't normally use this blog to get very personal. I've not felt it to be the proper venue to really share personal details about my life. However, I feel that I would be remiss if I didn't at least mention this one personal detail. My grandfather passed away a few weeks ago. And, yes, it is sad, but I barely knew the man. He was not much of a part of my life, nor was he much of a part of my mother's. He spent the majority of my life at a distance and engaged us very little. I could probably count the times that I remember seeing him on one hand. In these past few years, he really pushed us away. The man obviously wanted to just be left alone and he was. Which was how he died. I can't claim to know him well enough to know what he may have wanted, but if I did, I would think that this was it.
As I'm sure you can imagine, figuring out where to start in picking up the pieces that have been left behind by someone you barely knew is a daunting task. My dad rose to the occasion and is now an expert on the subject. My mom and dad flew in last weekend to take care of what they could. We spent Valentine's Day with them, and really enjoyed it. My dad rarely makes it out here, so it was great to see him. Fortunately, the weather cooperated and it wasn't half-bad.
M+D spent the entire week in Eagle River, WI, sorting through Jed's stuff and doing what they had to do at his house. It was a project, to say the least. There is, undoubtedly, much, much more that needs to be done. The two of them are incredibly strong and possibly superhuman to have dealt with what they did. I know few other people, if any, that could have dealt with all that the ended up having to do. If there were medals for this sort of thing, they deserve them.
They came back Saturday morning, during which the weather did not cooperate. It snowed about 6 inches Friday night and all of Saturday. Just when I was almost ready to believe spring could really almost be here, Mother Nature had to go and crush all of my dreams. My parents spent the rest of the weekend with us and we just took them to the airport to go back home. I love my family more than almost anything and it was so great to see them again. I miss them already.
And so, with that I find myself with little more to say about the past month. And, really, I'm just fine with that.
