If you have kept up with my blogging or my story at all, you know that even at 40 years old I still have that fresh child-like love for my grandmother. She is truely the kindest person that I know. She is kind to everyone and I strive to be like her. I guess her thought process is like that of Jesus, remember Jesus was kind even to Mary Magdalene, whom others credited to being a prostitute. And who was the first to see Jesus when he rose from the dead.. Umm yeah. So, I have always admired my grandmother and her ability to love everyone, no matter what, without judgement. She loves me an awful lot and its for sure, I have not been perfect.
Anyhow, back on topic, last night I spoke to my Tia and my daughters on the phone, and they were talking about my grandsons birthday party the day before. My grandmother took them to the side and told them she was dying. My grandmother will turn 90 on April 12 so I realize she is getting older, but I was not ready for this.
This morning I called my grandma and she told me the same thing. My heart started beating fast, and I honestly thought I might panick. I thought it was just impossible for me to visit at this time, yet my heart and soul just knew I had to find away. Once again though there is always a way, when there is a strong enough intention. . Now there is no excuse not to go, and quite frankly I wanted nothing more than to visit my grandmother and family.
That evening I sat down with one of my friends and I posted to my FB page that I needed a place to stop and stay on my way in to visit my grandmother. My friend laughed and said if I lived in India, I would be considered a “Holy Man”. You see in India Holy Men such as Swami Nithyananda traveled around the country spreading the word of god and people took him in, gave him a roof over his head and fed him. So if you can imagine my Southern Belle, Steel Magnolia personality meets Indian Holy Man…. well there you have the Bariatric Gypsy.
I am very thankful that within minutes I had more than one offer to stay in homes along the half way mark of my travel back to WV. Not only that I had offers to stay in homes all over the country from California to Massachusetts and even an offer for India (go figure on that one) and Pakistan.
The only thing I can say more here is that I was more thankful than you can ever imagine to be going to visit my grandmother and my family and I very thankful for the people in my life that open their home and heart to me.
I guess it is safe to say that being a bariatric gypsy is making this journey quite interesting.