Always Too Soon

Well, my mom and 85-year-old grandma flew back to Nebraska yesterday.

And like usual, I cried the entire drive home from the San Diego International Airport.

Just imagine Jenna with puffy eyes, a Rudolph-red nose, tear-stained cheeks, a snotty upper lip, and loud, sobbing noises.

[Yes, absolute ridiculousness.]

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What can I say? I HATE saying goodbye to the ones I LOVE. Don’t get me wrong. I adore my life out here in San Diego = great man, wonderful dogs, awesome career, vacation-like weather almost 24/7 . . . BUT I still miss them and that’s that.

I do feel über fortunate, however.

I just spent an amazing 7 days with my mom and grandma. Not everyone can say that. I mean think about all of the loved ones lost twelve years ago today. It’s crazy to me that it’s been that long. It seems like yesterday we were all singing “Happy Birthday” to my bestie [Bekka] in French class when we heard our librarian scream . . . when three planes changed our world . . . when evil superseded good.

[Sigh.]

Do me a favor: please never forget 9/11 AND always, always, always remember to tell your family and friends you love them everyday. It breaks my heart to think of the many men and women that never got to say their farewells – such pain left unmended and scars that will never heal.

“Family is the most important thing in the world.“ – Princess Diana

I’ve got to go call my mom and text D that I love him.

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