On Wednesday evening we found out my mom’s mom had a major heart attack.
On Thursday morning my mom flew to Northern California to be with her mom and siblings.
(My mom is originally from Northern California).
My grandma is in her 90s (!) and has been unwell for a long time, but man that woman is a fighter.
She had another heart attack while my mom was there, but is currently in stable condition.
We know she doesn’t have a lot of time left, and my mom knew this would be the last time she saw her.
I am not particularly close to this grandma, but my heart went out to my mom as I know it was a stressful time for her.
Stephen and I spent the weekend cleaning the house and baking pies and cakes for my mom for when she got home.
I am grateful that I can be home now during the hard times.
Being thousands of miles away from my family during difficult moments was by far the hardest thing about being an expat.
I have a lot of guilt and regrets about not being able to be home to help in times of need, and I know it was equally as hard on them when I was struggling with my own stuff.
Not a moment goes by now where I am not grateful to be home.
Thank you to those who sent such sweet tweets 🙂
I hope you all had a beautiful weekend.1030 shares