After five years as caregiver to my bed-ridden grandmother, surviving cancer, raising four children, and spending numerous years explaining the concept of self-sufficency to the Brothers; G-Ma has been fullfilling a life-long dream the past couple of years.... as a disaster relief volunteer with the Red Cross. Everytime she's called the last few weeks, I've had a moment's panic that I'd find out she'd volunteered to go to Haiti. I'd be a nervous wreck worrying about her if she did considering the conditions in the aftermath of the earthquakes. Keep in mind that she's almost 70 years old and long past her "roughing it in a tent city" days.
I mentioned my irrational fear to her the other day only to be told that 1) the Red Cross hadn't sent out a call for volunteers in her area and 2) she was already tentatively scheduled for a mission trip to Haiti in May.... By the way, when's The Boy's graduation date as she may be out of the country if she still plans on joining the group. After all, conditions should be better there by then, shouldn't they? *deep, calming breaths.... breath in.... breath out.....* I swear she's intent on giving me gray hair now too!