It is hard
The distance of family is the hardest. Going to visit my family during the summer was great, but leaving was hard. I had a feeling in the pit of my stomach that I should not. I even took the planes late arrival as another sign.
I felt so bad for leaving my Grammie all alone. I knew that my cousins would visit often, but for the rest of the time, poor Grammie would be all alone. The night before I left, or the night before that she had a bad dream, that she fell during the night, and I was not there to help her up. This made me worried so much.
Leaving was hard, I did not want to leave the family that I rarely see. I think that it was hard for all of us, to say good bye not knowing when the next time we would see each other would be.
After I left all the small things I did over there made me sad; The way the Shirley's girls would say Gato, instead of Cat, Sitting with Gram watching NCIS, Gram's morning question of "How did you sleep?"
Even while I was on the plane, one of the other passengers (from the back) looked like my Uncle Marion, it just made me sad. Even though he was bugging me, and seemed to pick on me a lot, I still missed him, and it was sad to say Good-bye.
But I now have pictures and memories of what happened. I have the scrapbook pages and the items of purchase as well.
I think I came back with things that I will never forget, like gram buying the hot caramel, when we went shopping even though we were looking for Pumpkin sauce.
As I was un-packing I realized two things, that I was missing at least one object, and that I had a stow away sock. Well, I think that I should go back and get my T-shirt and give Gram back her sock. Everything seems wrong, Gram should be here or I should be there.
It was even hard for me to send Gram an E-mail that said I had arrived safely. I couldn't help but cry, it was hard, to realize that I was back in California and I was no longer going to be able to see Gram.
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