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Unpacking a suitcase is displeasing.  The pleasure comes in planning for a vacation or a journey and placing your clothes and other items strategically in the suitcase.  Monday we happily packed our suitcases in anticipation for a quick trip to see our new great granddaughter and her almost 2-year old brother..  Tuesday morning we headed toward KY listening to an audio tape to help pass the time.  We figured we could escape and relax for two days before returning to nursing home visits and lawyer appointments.  We arrived at Matthew's house around 2:30 pm, hugged Taelor and Matthew, gave Christopher a bag of large Duplo Blocks and a winter hat I had knit.  Taelor handed Alexandra over to me so I could sit and rock her.  Christopher piled the blocks in my lap as I rocked his sister.


 Christopher with his big slippers and his Duplo block.
           Matthew and Christopher playing.

We were getting ready to take the family out to eat and celebrate Matthew's 25th and my birthday when Cliff received a call from Clay County Care Center.  Dr. Vargas called to tell us Cliff's mother had fallen, hit her head, and was showing some signs of seizing.  Cliff needed to return to NC.  We hugged everyone and with tears in our eyes, started our five-hour journey back to Murphy.  After life settles a bit, we'll plan again to be with Mathew, Taelor, and children.

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