Dealing with Life's What-ifs
One of my most precious childhood memories is of working with my Grandfather in his garden. I was a frequent visitor at my Grandparents’ house, which was just on the other side of their strawberry patch. Papa was semi-retired, and his passion was gardening. I was only about 6 or 7 when I began following him around as he patiently cared for his crops. Eventually, he shortened a hoe handle so that I could join him in dealing with those pesky weeds. That hoe is still one of my prized possessions. Though he had retired, Papa still drove a school bus for special trips. In May, when I was about 8 ½, while driving a group of kids on a school trip, he had a heart attack, and suddenly everything changed. While I didn’t fully understand, I knew that Papa was in the hospital, and then, when he finally came ho...