Wednesday, June 05, 2013
My grandfather died yesterday. He was 94. He had been deteriorating physically for the last two years, give or take, so we knew it was just a matter of time. But somehow it still hits hard.
The real point of me posting about this here - other than letting my SparkFriends know what's going on in my corner of the world - is to remind myself to stay on track but to do so with balance.
I was at my grandparents' house for a few hours yesterday and my grandma has a real sweet tooth and always has goodies in the house. It took some presence of mind on my part to not grab a cookie or cinnamon roll just because they were there.
Then after I got home and ate a fairly decent dinner I knew I was too tired to do my scheduled strength training. But I did think a quiet walk would do me good so I walked two miles by myself as the sun was getting low in the sky. It was a good choice to not force myself to do what I was scheduled to do (weights) but still get in some movement.
I'm sad that my grandpa is gone. He was like a father to me. My "real" father was never a part of my life. But I am also relieved that he is no longer in pain.