Why does August or September end up being such an emotional month? This time it was August. September needs to stay calm. I had just started back at school when we got the message that Grandma J had fallen and had a cranial bleeding rupture. I didn't think, I just did. I called my travel rewards and booked a flight within hours to Minneapolis. I arrived at midnight and drove a car for 3.5 hours to Marshfield hospital just so I could hold her hand and tell her I love her one last time. I remember waiting for my plane and calling mom I said "you never regret doing something like this." And it is true I was given 2 beautiful weeks in Wisconsin with my grandma, most of which she was still living. It was like a family reunion as family from all over came to say goodbye and celebrate Grandma's life. I can't really put into words what Grandma, Wisconsin, and my Jefferson heritage has given me. It all seems wrapped into one beautiful gift of music, laughter, good food, tears, sunsets, ice cream cones, colorful birds and tall tall trees. Angie said "it's like our fairy tale," and it is. I love you Grandma, I'm glad you are with Grandpa and your happily ever after is just beginning...
