|Sometimes you should be careful what you wish for. If you read my last blog I was complaining about how my Christmas Day is always so hectic and how I wished it would change. Well, this year it did, big time. I was planning for my normal Christmas hustle when news hit that my grandfather had passed away. This was a massive blow to my family. Don’t get me wrong, we all knew it was coming sooner or later, the man was 95 years old but we didn’t think that soon. I was never very close to my grandfather matter-of-fact he loved my brother more than me because he will carry on the Bolt name; however I never think he will have children, thus our family name dies. Anyway, I was super close to my grandmother, Pauline, and she has been gone for 5 years now. Following her passing, my grandfather started to turn into a bitter man that I really didn’t want to be around. The last time I saw him was about 2 years before he passed. This was around the time he disowned me because I lived with Phil and we weren’t married. I was so called “shacked up.” No worries, I understood the way he was raised and why he believed and acted the way he did. Still he passing really saddens me. I remember the times as a child playing with him at his house on the river with me and my brother. How whenever I was sick he would always pick me up from school. I miss the good ol days, the simple days.
Sadly, we found out that Phil’s much loved aunt had also passed that day. All of our holiday plans got flipped. His mother was on her way to Michigan, where his aunt lived, and so no trip to Nashville. Phil and his younger brother were packing to leave on Christmas day, so we had to change our plans and do Christmas on Christmas Eve. No big deal for my parents. They easily changed their plans to accommodate ours. Phil’s family had already had plans and wouldn’t be back until 10:00 pm on Christmas Eve. We arrived at my parent’s house in Loudon around 2:00 pm. The plan was to eat and gifts then head out to get a few things for our ski trip, that didn’t happen. Needless to say, Phil got a bottle of Wild Turkey and him, his brother, my brother, and my dad finished that off plus some. I guess it help take the edge off :). We had a great time there, honestly one of our best Christmas’s. I guess death does bring a family together. By the time I looked at the clock it was 10:15 pm and we had to run off to his parents. The guys had a few more drinks and unwrapped so more gifts. We left there around 12:30 am. The guys left the next day (Christmas) around 11:00 am for their 8-9 drive to Michigan. I spent our first married Christmas without my husband. I guess I was complaining before when it wasn’t that bad.