Ahhhhhh...

Another weekend has passed. Dallas has had about 10 days straight of cloudy weather. Cloudy weather does not help my emotional stability. I get irritated, get grumpy, and am a general PITA. This is the main reason I will never, ever move to Seattle. I know, I know it's sunny there. Whatever, I went to school in Las Cruces, NM where the sun shined 310 days a year. That's what I need. I love the sun. I don't want to bake in it, I just want to see it. This weekend proved odd for me. On a sports standard, What a WEEKEND!!!... NBA brawls, the Cowgirls errrr.. Cowboys losing, the Packers winning. Progress was made on the Hilty organization and Christmas front.

More importantly, on a somber note, Grandma Hilty is in the hostpital. Her daughter, my aunt Sue, also finds herself in the hospital. It goes without saying, our prayers and thoughts are with them. What kills me the most, is not knowing what to say to my dad during this time. Should I be upbeat and talk non-chalantly about nothing, or should I strike into the heart of the matter. The good thing about my dad is he pretty much lets me know where I should go. My dad is a strong man, to say the least. You see the things he has seen and everything else seems less important. Not so much you shouldn't worry about it, just that in the greater scheme of things, the little things don't matter.

From that standpoint, the weekend wasn't the greatest. In fact all that was accomplished, pales in comparison to our thoughts of well wishing and hoping for the best. Frequent phone calls to those family members in the know, and doing what little we can from so far away is all that matters. It just makes those phone calls at unexpected hours, that more uncomforting.

That's all from me. I bid you adieu. To my beloved grandmother and Aunt Sue, may your strength overcome this battle. Our thoughts and best wishes are with both of you.