I am regaining my foot hold at Augsburg after a long, and life changing weekend.
At 9:00am Last wednesday, as I walked to the CCHP to discuss my obsessive compulsive tendencies, I got a text message from my Aunt Faye saying that Grandma was gone to glory at 8:20 that morning. I knew that this was coming, so it did not come as a shock, but it was still sad. THat's what I talked about with my counselor, and then I packed my bag. I skipped everything but band that day. At first I was going to go home to Ogilvie while plans were made, but since the plane was going to leave early Thursday morning, I just hung out here. I had my back pack packed for adventure, and I could have gone anywhere, just like Visser and I talked about, but instead I treated myself to a Athena pizza at Luce a "small" brownie sundae and two cherry cokes.
Thursday at 6:00am, my mom and my dad picked me up at Augsburg, and we drove to the airport. I've done lots of flying in the last couple years, but not with my dad, so it was really great to share that experience with him. The flight went smoothly, and arrived safely in Michigan later that morning.
At that point, the Cramtons minus Nathan were already there, and the next to come in was Uncle Rob. He lost his cell phone and ended up renting a car. John and I drove to the Airport and bonded over Country music and college, and picked up a very cold Nathan. I volunteered to give Martin my cell phone number so I would be the contact when he landed. When he came, Rob, Nathan and I went to get him.
I was terrified of Martin. The last time I saw him was when I was 5, and since then, I had only seen very solemn pictures.
The next day was the funeral. We had to be there at 11 for the viewing, and the service itself wasn't until 7. Luckily, there was an Airport run in between to pick up Rita. Rita is my 13 year older sister. I love her.
From there, it was a great day of hanging out with the whole family. Tim and Nancy drove in, and it was good to see them. Not to mention all of the other friends that showed up.
Claire and I are really close, and usually when I visit I hang out with her, but she and John left on a mission trip Saturday morning, and that left me with Nathan (23), Martin (31) and Rita (32). We became the cool cousins. I can't describe all the fun that we had, but it was amazing. Last summer I wrote Nathan a couple letters, and it was strange to see him in real life, but we were able to connect. Martin is a witty fellow and it was fun to hang out with him. My brain is still running in Martin mode, I like it.
And then we left....
Now I am back, and trying to figure out relationships, and attitudes. ... life plans... whatever. I am worrying too much. Yesterday wasn't fun. My only class in the day time was French, and the teacher was a JERK. Even though I emailed him my circumstances, and he replied, when I asked if there was an exam, he shot back, "What do you think?" Yes? "Yes there is!" I was gone the last three days, leave me alone. "Why were you gone the last three days?" I emailed you. "What did it say?"
I wish I had the ovaries to stand up and stick it to him, but instead I muttered quietly and left. Should I not come back? "NO, don't come back." I wish that meant forever.
I am going to go to lunch now, but it's going to be crowded and I am not going to like it.