Rain Rain on my face....

We've all heard the old cliche "When it rains, it pours." There are times in every one's life where this seems to be a truthful idiom. As I am sitting here writing this it is literally outside pouring down rain, but the truth of the matter is that what happen in the rain that has made it a trying week. I know that I should be very thankful for all that I have in light of the many in Haiti who have gone through so much but it has been hard dealing with love ones in pain. This week my husband's grandfather broke his hip and my grandmother is in the hospital with pneumonia. Papaw has had surgery and is doing fabulous for a 94 year old man. My grandmother is still in step down at the hospital. Both are such sweet loving souls that every time you see them or talk to them they seem invincible but really they are as fragile as their ages and that is something that I have to come to terms with. In my eyes the "adults" in my life have never aged. They have always been the rocks I could lean on. My shields, my strength. Yet recently I have noticed they have aged. More and more they are becoming dependent on me. Life is like a river....ever changing as it flows. The rains seem to come more and more and the river ever flows as does time.