Why the Silence?

It's been 14 days since I last posted.  I think the last time I went this long without writing was when I knew I was pregnant but was hiding it from the rest of the world.  No, I'm not knocked up again.  I just haven't been in a writing mood.  My Papa John isn't doing well.  So I've been having a lot of family time lately.  All my uncles and aunts on my mom's side have been in town on and off over the past week and a half, so on the bright side I've gotten to spend time with them.  But then there's obviously the not so bright side looming above us all.  It's hard to hug my grandpa goodbye each time I leave him, knowing it might be the last time he gives me a kiss and sweet smile.  I'm tearing up now just thinking about it.  And I can't help but be consumed with thinking about mortality and what is important in life.  And I find myself hugging my family a little stronger than usual and holding on to Mr. Cob's hand a little tighter and rocking Lukas to sleep a little (or a lot) longer than "need be".

I know the next few weeks will have some more tears.  But I also know there will be smiles mixed in.  And laughs as the family comes together to celebrate Papa John's long, wonderful life.  And it is definitely a life to be celebrated.