Return you say? You thought I was in school!!
Well, I was. Last fall, Summer (my granddaughter) was still under a year old. I was taking a very difficult English composition class requiring a lot of writing (which of course I love doing) and a History class lasting 3 hours long after a full day with a 10 month old. Christy and Ben (Summer’s parents) went to Vegas one weekend and due to circumstances out of everyone’s control, I watched Summer for more of the the weekend than originally planned. Well, she is the light of my life and I could just kiss her 24 hours a day; however, a paper was due in English the following Monday that was hours of work and to top it all off, the following Wednesday I had a history test coming up that was 1/2 of my grade.
I fell apart………………………………………………..!
It became very clear that 6 credit hours was too much while Summer was so young. The problem was that in order to receive financial aid you have to take 6 credit hours. I began to sink emotionally as I withdrew from school. I can feel the tears stinging my eyes even as I tell you the story. So many times in my life I have given up my dreams for my children. And I will say that there was never a question of what to do and there was not a question this time. As parents and grandparents, we make these decisions and suffer personally quietly. We keep saying our time will come. At 58 years old I began to wonder…………
So you ask…..why did it take me 8 months to write again?
As time goes on you will learn more and more but I will tell you one more thing.
I had boxes I did not unpack when I moved here…….depression! I missed Whitmore Lake and time stood still for such a long time…..hmm 2 years to be exact LOL. If you have ever lost a loved one from your immediate family you may remember that they give you this tiny little suitcase with all the cards, letters and the guest book in it. For those of you who are not familiar with my blogs, in 1980 I lost my oldest child, a 7 year old daughter. I thought that I had lost that little suitcase. Her birthday was Dec. 01. Now I quit school in October and in November I found that little suitcase. My world stopped all over again.
So, it was a bit more than writer’s block!
Well, I AM BACK 
I have found a private scholarship fund that does not require 6 credit hours and will be submitting my application next week. I am back on track. I have much to tell you. Don’t change that dial!! :)………….
