Time is either loved or dreaded depending on the circumstances. When school starts in August time will be hard to accept, each day, until the 3:15 bell rings for dismissal. And yet, that time will seem to fly when May comes and I am no longer at Bevier High.
Well I'm sure you are wondering where I am going with this. Time, this past week, was kind to me and was definitely worth the wait. My grandma Prokup has always lived very far away from me. I have had little time with her and on those rare occasions when our families were together, because of my constant fear of the unknown, I kept to myself. So, time and God were extremely patient with the situation and allowed me to finally make a connection with my grandma. This past week she seemed to understand me better and I was able to allow her into my world. We shared not only space but words and experiences. I am definitely looking forward to time passing quickly to be able to see her again.