It’s January 23, 2011 your future father’s birthday, Jake turns 26 years old today. To celebrate I took my first weekend off of work since October and we went up to Snowbank past Winton trout fishing. We didn’t catch much but we had an awesome day! But today I’m going to jump back into my past and we’ll get to Jake and where I am now later.
So I’m 12 years old get moved out of the country into a very small community near Eveleth. Parents get divorced. Dad moves to the outfitters building. Mom keeps the house. I stay with ma, Tyler went with dad. Then after a while Craig and my ma started dating. Meanwhile my dad meets Sandy and starts dating her, and after a short time they got married.
My mom and Craig moved in together as well. He brought his kids’ Kira, and Clay. Clay is the same age as me almost exactly we were born a week, and Kira was close to the same age as Ty. We all were going to Eveleth-Gilbert Schools. It was almost like the brady bunch being mashed together and for a long time it wasn’t easy for anyone! Just as it wasn’t easy for Sandy to mesh with Ty and I, we being used to having two parents and different rules than she wanted us to go by. It all worked out in the end, and now I have a new sister, brother, and friend.
It’s now February 11, 2011, Friday! Well after a long day of cleaning, (Jake) cooking, and entertaining your future grandma, and great-grandpa. Jake and I, along with the dogs, went high speed sledding with me behind the wheeler on the sled! Bruised me up and tired me and the dogs out! I got some good pictures with my new camera of a deer up on the power line though, good thing Jake hit the gas and broke the rope tied to my sled, otherwise I’d never have gotten that shot. I did end up having to quit my job at the nursing home, instead of no midnights while I’m a full-time college student they decided I needed twelve hour midnight shifts! So I’m going to hopefully be working part time somewhere so I can focus on my schooling, and hopefully Jake does not get laid off at all this year besides ice out.
What I’ve really been thinking about all day has been my grandpa. It’s destroying me to watch him die. Especially after just losing grandpa Young this past summer, my paternal grandpa has had type one diabetes since he was twenty-one years old. Now after all these years of battling against the constant struggle to stay on the balance beam of diabetes he’s on hospice the doctors say his heart muscles can’t pump anymore. You see after injecting insulin for the first forty plus years of having diabetes and the guessing techniques they used back in the day for blood sugar, it wears every single muscle in your body out. Giving you hernia’s, skin tears, and unfortunately includes the heart, Grandpa’s only seventy-three years old; he’s young in terms of the elderly. It’s driving me crazy, he still helps me with my college biology terms and he’s going to die in six months. What the hell.
