Dazed and Confused

I got a phone call the other day from my grandchildren's stepmother. She was giving me the word that she had just received a job offer in southern Wisconsin--that she was accepting it--and that the whole family is moving to that area this next weekend. I was stunned. I still am.

Am trying desperately to make this all not about me, but I feel plenty sorry for myself. I am barely out of the woods from the last emotional setback when this news comes. In the process, I'm learning a lot about me and about growing old alone. It isn't fun...and there simply isn't much out there for people like me. I do so understand (now) how life is about decisions that you make younger in life...that you have to live with the consequences of those decisions, even though you THOUGHT you were doing the right things at the time, with the information you had. Hindsight is 20/20. Wish I could change some things that I did in my lifetime. I might not be any happier now, but maybe I would have found a way to distance myself from the hurts that seem overwhelming.

I could write and write and write, but there is nothing to be gained from blathering on and on. It is what it is. I'll deal with it. I have no choice.

I did enjoy lunch out with the Heffelman grandparents today, then a Sunday School "social" this evening in the country. The purpose of the social was to watch purple martins on the farm of some SS members. The heat was less--less humidity. The desserts were good, the company and converstation was nice, the sunset was gorgeous--and so was the rising full moon. As soon as the birds went to bed, we came home. Lovely, lovely evening.

I don't know what the future will bring. For now, I will have to give it to God.
I am just praying for less stress and more contentment.