what do I say?
Do I talk about how much my granpda meant to me and the rest of our family?
Do I talk about what an unexpected shock it was to lose him?
Do I talk about how just 9 days before, he was healthy?
Do I dwell on how much I miss him?
Do I pretend like I'm doing ok when everyone keeps wanting me to talk about it?
Do I act brave, even though my heart is broken?
I don't know what to say.
I know he's in heaven and so much happier.
I know that death is not our conquerer.
I know that Gilbert Cordova was given the crown of glory by Christ.
I know that he is waiting for the rest of our family to get there.
I know this. I know this all because he taught it to me and raised us with Christ as our Shepherd.
But, it still hurts right now. And I don't know what to do about that.
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Monday, July 17, 2006
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Grandpa's turn
10 bucks to guess which of my family members is in the hospital this week. Yep, good old Gilbert Cordova is now having his day in the sun, and by sun, I do mean the 3rd floor of St. Anthony's Central Hospital. At a whopping 7 doors away from where my grandma was a mere 2 weeks ago, my grandfather is thoroughly drugged right now after undergoing a surgery to take out the stones in his gallbladder. We always knew that about 70 years of him cooking his breakfasts in lard would catch up. Anyway, he's ok for now, he developed a clot where the surgery was, but the physicians found it and treated it, so I think he's just going to have to stay a few extra days to recuperate.
Que Sera Sera right?
It's always a trip when one of our family member's is in the hospital. No, literally, a trip. The rest of the Cordova clan will drive to the hospital and gather round in the room of whomever the patient is, while the nurses hate us for trying to fit so many people in, especially when there technically is a 2 person limit for visitors. Oh well. Today was kind of funny though. I wish I were a screen writer, I'm sure that there is a movie or TV show just waiting to be based on my family and all our shenanigans. Grandma's crazy with alzheimer's; grandpa can't hear anything and always causes a stir because of it. For instance, when the doctor's told my grandpa he had a clot from the surgery, for some reason or another, he thought they were telling him that he had cancer, so when my crazy grandma came in, the first thing grandpa tells her is that he has cancer. Which, he doesn't, and the rest of the family spent the next hour and a half trying to convince them both that grandpa did not, in fact, have cancer.
That was a treat. Another highlight of today was that nutrition services brought my grandpa dinner, which he didn't want because he wasn't hungry and still fairly ridden with drugs. Well, rather than just not eat it, he started to get mad that the food was going to go to waste, he grew up in the depression era and his family never wasted anything, and we were brought up the same way, though not quite as drastically. So since he definitely did not want the food to go to waste, he started asking for a to-go box...for his hospital food. Pretty much asked everyone in sight, including our whole family, the nurse, a cleaning lady, basically anyone who walked into the room and the blood tech, who, poor guy, all he wanted to do was draw some blood. Finally, dear old Uncle Randy, who had been eyeing that steak sandwich the whole time swooped in like a vulture. He said he just wanted to not let the food go to waste, but we all knew.
Uncle Alex then told the nurse about the food swiping, the nurse was fairly aggravated at that point and smoothly used the "incident" as a springboard to pretty much kick the family out by enforcing the 2 person limit. Sigh...people are so mean, and we weren't even being loud! Oh well, we'll just all go back tomorrow and hope there's a different nurse, so that the special blend of Cordova Chaos will once more reign on the third floor of St. Anthony's Central Hospital. I can hardly wait...
Que Sera Sera right?
It's always a trip when one of our family member's is in the hospital. No, literally, a trip. The rest of the Cordova clan will drive to the hospital and gather round in the room of whomever the patient is, while the nurses hate us for trying to fit so many people in, especially when there technically is a 2 person limit for visitors. Oh well. Today was kind of funny though. I wish I were a screen writer, I'm sure that there is a movie or TV show just waiting to be based on my family and all our shenanigans. Grandma's crazy with alzheimer's; grandpa can't hear anything and always causes a stir because of it. For instance, when the doctor's told my grandpa he had a clot from the surgery, for some reason or another, he thought they were telling him that he had cancer, so when my crazy grandma came in, the first thing grandpa tells her is that he has cancer. Which, he doesn't, and the rest of the family spent the next hour and a half trying to convince them both that grandpa did not, in fact, have cancer.
That was a treat. Another highlight of today was that nutrition services brought my grandpa dinner, which he didn't want because he wasn't hungry and still fairly ridden with drugs. Well, rather than just not eat it, he started to get mad that the food was going to go to waste, he grew up in the depression era and his family never wasted anything, and we were brought up the same way, though not quite as drastically. So since he definitely did not want the food to go to waste, he started asking for a to-go box...for his hospital food. Pretty much asked everyone in sight, including our whole family, the nurse, a cleaning lady, basically anyone who walked into the room and the blood tech, who, poor guy, all he wanted to do was draw some blood. Finally, dear old Uncle Randy, who had been eyeing that steak sandwich the whole time swooped in like a vulture. He said he just wanted to not let the food go to waste, but we all knew.
Uncle Alex then told the nurse about the food swiping, the nurse was fairly aggravated at that point and smoothly used the "incident" as a springboard to pretty much kick the family out by enforcing the 2 person limit. Sigh...people are so mean, and we weren't even being loud! Oh well, we'll just all go back tomorrow and hope there's a different nurse, so that the special blend of Cordova Chaos will once more reign on the third floor of St. Anthony's Central Hospital. I can hardly wait...
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
Design that office Cinderelly...
Just kidding. It's hard coming back to the job.
After a wonderfully long 4 day weekend (although now that it's over, it seems like it was too short) I am currently sitting once more at my expensive desk, typing on my expensive computer, and sitting on my really expensive chair. I upgraded now because my other chair was sold and I am now sitting on a $1507 chair. Oh what a burdensome life I lead.
So my grandma is a lot better. She's out of the hospital now and even though she's down a few notches because stress of it all, she is home. Sigh, however, continue to pray for my family because there's a lot of decisions that are going to have to be made in the not too distant future. But, we will cross those bridges once we get there and for now, we will revert to our family's traditional credo- Que sera, sera. That and family comes first.
It's amazing to me what I've learned from my family about dealing with tough situations. It's almost stoic the way that my family deals with stress and hard times, but at the same time, I like the method. So what if if our family is 18,000 dollars in the hole and three cars have to be replaced for some freak mechanical problems and all of a sudden, a relative needs a lot of money. Que sera sera. We'll take out a loan to help out family, because family comes first. Not only that, we'll get by and deal because we always do. There hasn't been anything that my family can't get through because of the principles that my family sticks to. Family first, and whatever happens to come our way, we'll deal. Que sera sera.
So that's what's going on in my life. Last night was the big Fourth of July Bash, nearly rained out by a torrential downpour in Denver, but cleared up in time for the big fireworks show at my Uncle's House. You can read last year's post about the Fourth of July. Nothing ever changes for as far as the traditional aspect goes. However this year, we managed to not almost get busted by the cops for shooting bottle rockets. Oh well, there's always next year...
After a wonderfully long 4 day weekend (although now that it's over, it seems like it was too short) I am currently sitting once more at my expensive desk, typing on my expensive computer, and sitting on my really expensive chair. I upgraded now because my other chair was sold and I am now sitting on a $1507 chair. Oh what a burdensome life I lead.
So my grandma is a lot better. She's out of the hospital now and even though she's down a few notches because stress of it all, she is home. Sigh, however, continue to pray for my family because there's a lot of decisions that are going to have to be made in the not too distant future. But, we will cross those bridges once we get there and for now, we will revert to our family's traditional credo- Que sera, sera. That and family comes first.
It's amazing to me what I've learned from my family about dealing with tough situations. It's almost stoic the way that my family deals with stress and hard times, but at the same time, I like the method. So what if if our family is 18,000 dollars in the hole and three cars have to be replaced for some freak mechanical problems and all of a sudden, a relative needs a lot of money. Que sera sera. We'll take out a loan to help out family, because family comes first. Not only that, we'll get by and deal because we always do. There hasn't been anything that my family can't get through because of the principles that my family sticks to. Family first, and whatever happens to come our way, we'll deal. Que sera sera.
So that's what's going on in my life. Last night was the big Fourth of July Bash, nearly rained out by a torrential downpour in Denver, but cleared up in time for the big fireworks show at my Uncle's House. You can read last year's post about the Fourth of July. Nothing ever changes for as far as the traditional aspect goes. However this year, we managed to not almost get busted by the cops for shooting bottle rockets. Oh well, there's always next year...
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