Summer Sundays.

Last night I slept with the tv on... I turned on one of my favorite chick flicks and then fell asleep in the middle of it and so accidentally slept with the tv on... and then this morning I was super nostalgic.
I woke up this beautiful Sunday morning and it made me want to go visit my grandma- my dad's mom. And then I realized that she's dead, and has been for almost 5 years now. So then I remembered visiting her on beautiful Sunday's like today. I remembered visits from when I was a kid and my brothers still lived at home- I would fall asleep in the back of the car and then because they didnt want me sleeping on their shoulder they would play ping pong with my head- eventually I learned how to sleep with my head straight back against the car seat.
I remembered visits where we played cards, when we got Wendy's to eat on the way to her house, the drive, the happiness that I associate with her and her house. I remembered times where she played cards with me, times when she watched me and my brothers and we had Red Baron personal pizzas. I remembered drinking root beer at her house and how her fridge always had sodas and Breyer's yogurt.
And then I remembered the last time I went to her house: It was a beautiful Sunday in August. But we couldnt get ahold of her on the phone and when we got there she didnt come to the door. She had fallen wasnt able to pull herself up and her phones were all up high. I had to call 911 and then we followed the ambulance to the hospital. She lived another year after that, and there are days, like today, where I miss her so very much, but mostly I think of her looking down on me, and I hope, desperately hope that she is proud of the person I am and the paths that I have chosen.

Then after I had all this nostalgia, we get the phone call that my other grandma, my mom's mom has been in a wreck. She was fine- thank goodness, but her car burst into flames and was totaled.
So today was very interesting, but at the end of the day, I am thankful to have gotten 18 years with my dad's mom and more with my other grandma. I probably dont tell her enough, but I love her and she is one absolutely amazing woman. Hopefully I get several more years with her, and if I am really lucky my kids will get to meet her. And maybe, just maybe it was Grandma C watching over Grandma A today.