Not a big blog, just wanted to document it so I don't forget it. My last grandparent is not the most cuddly. I know she loves me and that she's proud of me, but its not something that's said often. So today when she called to tell me she was thankful for me and proud of me for taking care of my dad last week, it meant a lot. The last 2 weeks have been rough for a lot of reasons, not least of which was driving 1300+ miles to get my dad back to Minnesota from New Mexico after an injury. To have her say the words she was proud and thankful, matters. So I'm putting it down in writing so on the days that I feel like what I do doesn't matter, I have a reminder. It does and it was noticed, by someone who does not hand out compliments or praise lightly.
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