A little heartbroken
Wednesday, April 23rd, 2008We’ve had some amazing weekends. We’ve had some crazy-fun weeknights. As of late, Nate and I are all about the fun times… happy hours, mini-holidays and successful nPost events. Last weekend was spent in the great northern hinterlands, exploring the pubs in Vancouver and then swooshing down the Whistler slopes (we explored a few pubs there as well). It was four days of much anticipated awesomeness.
As we walked off Blackcomb’s ski slopes last weekend, I sighed to Nate and mentioned forlornly that I have to wait for June until our next vacation. But OH! what a great vacation it will be… away from the chilly unending winter in the Northwest, we’re heading to the warm inviting sunshine of the Lone Star state. We love going to the Kaiser Ranch, and the fact that it will be HOT is definitely something to look forward to.
I was so excited to see everyone, to celebrate cousin Rachel’s high school graduation and to descend on the ranch house en masse in the loud, gregarious Kaiser way.
But now I’m a little heartbroken, and I know Nate’s in a borderline state of depression. At the very least, we’re both suffocating in a shocked melancholy. Grandaddy told Nate that he need not extend his Texas visit.
I don’t know what to say. Those are the words my husband uttered when he called this afternoon. Nate was planning to spend another week down on the ranch, after the rest of the Kaiser clan had finished their celebrating and headed home. But Grandaddy has three appointments that week after and it just “won’t work.” So Nate’s not going to stay. And Nate’s not going to spend any extra time on the land he loves. And Nate’s not going to visit with his only remaining grandparent. Yes, this isn’t about me, but I’m a little heartbroken too.