September was a very, very rocky road forr me and my family.
My grandfather (moms side) passed away. It was sudden after he went to the hospital, no one got to say goodbye. The first couple weeks of September, I was feeling rather crappy. Like I wasn't fully there, so to speak. Usually, when I feel like that, something is going on or is happening with my family (kinda like a sixth sense). I don't get to talk to my family as much as I'd like. The day he was in the hospital, the day he passed, I bawled. I wasn't even told what happened yet. My sister was texting me and saying something went wrong and I just lost it. Thanks to my husband, I was able to drop everything and go stay with them for a week. I left the same day that she texted me. I didn't find out the full story til I got there that night. Everyone, and I do mean everyone, was heartbroken. I was able to see family members I haven't seen in 15 years, as well as try to cheer up those that haven't seen me in a long time. I was able to bring smiles through their tears.
I took that week to mourn with my family. It was sudden and I was still in mourning when I got back, but it was also mixed with sadness that I had to leave. It's Always hard to let go when you like so far away.
Anyway... I lost a few weeks of work time that I'm trying to change around. I just can't do it all at once due to extreme shoulder and hand pain.