Health & Fitness - Rest

Sometimes, we have days when we just seem to breeze through the daylight hours enjoying the moments that pass. Other days, every second that ticks past the clock seems likes a year of agony. Today, was a combination of both. The time flew by, but every moment that passed seemed like a beating of disappointment and failure.

I opted to use today as my rest day so I could focus on finishing the collage with my mother. After last nights painful discovery of not having any ink in my printer, I opted to use my mother's printer for the time being. The picture quality of her laser color printer was terrible. No matter what type of paper used, it seemed artificial and amateurish. The, her wonderful printer greeted us with a familiar ring. BEEP! Out of ink! More disappointment and failure.

My father rushed off to pick up my other Grandmother and Aunt and stopped by the store to pick up some ink for both printers and my mother and I hurriedly rushed to cut out pictures and double stick tapped them to the board. I couldn't even be there to finish it because I needed to pick up my nephew and drive to pick up our "respite" youth. Needless to say, I drove down to pick up our "respite" youth for no reason. They had been picked up already and no one was generous enough to call me and let me know. Wasted 30 minutes for nothing.

Luckily, I made it a few minutes after the viewing at my grandmother's funeral, shook hands, exchanged hugs with my Uncles, Aunts and cousin (Captain Sherry Thompson) and shyed back into the 2nd row.

Our collage was a miniscule success, but that was not what mattered. We were there to pay respects to a beautiful woman that taught us so many things, guided us through childhood, and supported our decisions in life.

By the close of the funeral parlor, the collage had begun to fall apart, but it was ok. We poured our hearts into it and although we wish we had more available time to polish it, my grandmother knew we put as much thought and care into it.