How Time Flies

It's been a while since I wrote here. Life got busy, doctor's appointments were flying past me, interns needed to be observed and me...I just needed to hesitate. I've done the 'six month' thing with my PCP and weight management. I managed to lose about 12 pounds.
That was a difficult time and highly challenging to me metally and emotionally. Diet six more months and then go through surgery to reduce your tummy to the size of an egg. In other words, there's change on the horizon, but we want ya to walk a fine line before you arrive.
Oh, well. I did it...and, Christmas is upon us. And, I'm enjoying some of the old time favorites! I'm awaiting word now from the Surgery Coordinator regarding a date and pre-op appointments. I have no clue how rapid the eagles will fly now.
I do know that the past few weeks have been engaging. Dealing with schedules and tripping on a 'bug' that kicked my feet out from under me complicated the past week. But, it has passed and now I move on.
And, so, no epiphany this evening, no past memories or thoughts...just the joy of the season and preparing to travel to Tampa, Florida to spend Christmas week with Michael's kiddos. They are excited and can't wait for us to arrive. I do know the car will be tilted with all the packages and such. But, it'll get on down the highway!
The one thought that rocks in my mind tonight is of Grandma Davis. She ususally ended up at our country home prior to Christmas. We did it up in grand style from top to bottom and I think it was contagious. She enjoyed the excitement of the season. One sure thing was the fact that she would open all of her gifts several days before Christmas arrived.
You ask why?
She was sure she would not make it to Christmas Eve (again, every year). She lived with a weak heart, congestive heart failure and was always frail. But, we would bring her packages and surround her at the table to celebrate her 'take' at Christmas time.
There she'd sit...plaid, cotton dress, Daniel Greene slippers, her long silvery gray hair wound up in a knot on the back of her head and her wire rimmed glasses perched on her nose. Her hands were thin with maps of blood vessels running all over the top and her stockings were pulled just below the knee and wrapped in a knot that was then tucked up into the stretched top. Oh, and her pale blue sweater would grace her shoulders to keep the 'chill off'.
She always sat crocheting pretty little doilies. And, sometimes, she made larger things. But, those two weathered, worn hands could make those knitting needles sing ... although at a constant pace. She knew all of the patterns and everything always had a different twist to it.
By the time she passed...I was told she had read the Bible through every year for the past several. I would venture to say Grandma Davis had read the Bible at least 40 times in her life and maybe more. Her goal in life was to read through the Bible every year...and, there it lay beside her bed the night she passed.
Life was never easy or gentle for her...but her faith and her Christian foundation sure imprinted on her 10 children. Due to her strong character, love of family and hard work...the Davis family turned out kinda good!
So, thanks to a tremendous role model, mother, grandmother and more. I guess I'd have to say her song today could be the old 'Wind Beneath My Wings.' Because of her excellent/constant love of family, my mother passed all that on to us.
Be careful what you do and what you say...you shape someone's character every day!!