It's come that time again. I can't believe it came so soon but it is here. It approaches with apprehension and gritting of teeth. I don't think I can do it like last year. Those expectations are so high. It's always been a coming together of fun times, relaxing with siblings and sharing in the burden of the things we choose to do. But oh, the patience it takes. The patience it takes to keep a level head. I know I just can't do it this year. Pam changed that. Her death has sent all of us into a tail spin. I am coming to realize that sometimes you don't realize the impact someone has on your life until they are gone. We are finding that out. And we are finding that the energy and emotion it took to deal with the events surrounding Pam's death and funeral have made a major impact on our desire and ability to just pack up and come together. I know I am not alone in these feelings.
But we did it anyway. Abbreviated as it was, we did it anyway. Camp GrandMAMA might not have been the magnitude it was in the past but all 8 of those kids came together at my house to do things and visit places you can only do at Camp GrandMAMA.
