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June 21, 2010

For the briefest moment, I felt exactly the way I used to.  Before it happened.   As I was driving home from the grocery store, thinking about dinner and the evening ahead, I went back…so much so I almost turned left into our old neighborhood.  I remembered at the last second and drove on by...  I’m not sure if my backwards glance was a bane or a blessing…but it felt really good until it hurt so bad…

Last Saturday, June 12, John and I ran away.  To my grandmother’s lake house.  With my sisters and nephew.  Beth took off as well…to the beach with her cousin and friends.  For the week.  Grace had to work and couldn’t leave; she planned to spend the night with a friend.  As it turned out, a different friend came to stay with her instead.  On the opposite side of our house.  Even though the air conditioning over there stopped working last month. 

I was torn between leaving with John and staying with Grace; another useless battle fought between my ears.  Both needed me nearby, neither wanted to admit it, and either way, someone would be alone.  An ongoing struggle of mine…

We each escaped to the extent we possibly could, physically and mentally… And now we’ve regrouped to start another year in our new life…

As for the other story: we drove home from Lake Murray late last Sunday afternoon, hitting an intense thunderstorm around Rock Hill.  About the time we reached our exit, the squall seemed to have passed…at least, that’s what we thought, until we turned on Highway 51.  One last crack of lightning and growl of thunder…  The traffic signals went dark.  Just before this encore outburst, John had offered up a quick prayer of thanks for our safe arrival; after it, he said another, in hopes our power was still on.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t…  Which is the reason my sister grilled turkey burgers by flashlight.  John was really looking forward to dinner, cable television and air conditioning.  After all, it was his birthday.  He ended up getting 1 out of 3… 

Thankfully, the storm dropped the temperature by about 15 degrees between Rock Hill and Mint Hill.  Bed time came and went…the power was still off.  We opened windows around the house and called it a night.  When service was restored twenty-plus hours later, I danced around the sunroom air vent…but not before I slammed all the windows shut.  On the bright side, the fridge needed a thorough cleaning anyway…

After thinking about it, I’m grateful for the outage.  John was so aggravated over his plans going awry that it distracted him from the specific ‘birthday’ aspect of the night…  While I cannot say for sure how other men would have reacted given the circumstances, it seems to me his response was fairly representative of most guys I know.  All things considered, I believe this to be a very, very good thing.

Sometimes unanswered prayers are reasons to be thankful too…

Thank you so much for your kind thoughts, words and prayers during this challenging time; it has been a great comfort to us as we navigated the many ‘events’ leading up to this year’s anniversary.  I appreciate it more than you could ever imagine…

Wishing you many blessings, sunshine and hope…tg

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