Fruit Salad

The title of this blog, is abosloutely how I am feeling right now.
I feel sooooo excited and happy for the following reasons:
- My cousin Abi is back from Melbs for the summer
- christmas
-New Years
- Holiday in tauranga
- Figuring out what Im doing for the year
-My other cousin from Melbourne arrives soon

Then I am completely overwhelmed with sadness right now.
My Papa (grandad), has been having alot of health issues at the moment. He is just about 82years of age. In the last month he has had two doses of pneumonia and he still isnt right. He went in for a cat scan , and they found something on his lungs, with the possibility its a tumor. He now has to go to have a biopsy. I think its really made our family wonder how we will cope in his death. No one has a good feeling about this, and even if this isnt what takes him, we are wondering when something does, how will we get past this as a family? I have no doubt, and complete and utter faith in the stregnth that my family has. But alot of it comes from our rock, which is him. He literally is the thing that holds this family together, so how when thats taken away will we restructure our family. When my Dad became a single parent, He was literally my second Dad. He was there for sick days, Sports Games, He would come over on thursday nights while my Dad went super market shopping, school holidays were spent with him etc. So many memories. My Dad wrote him a letter yesturday. My Dads wife was the only one to read it, and she broke down reading it. I read it/ found it on the computer. It was two pages long, but took me 30mins to read it. I had to keep stopping to cry. It said some beautiful things in there. Like how he is my Dads best friend, and what is he to do when the person who he can tell anything too leaves this world? and how that he has been a second Dad to us, and that when my Dad was too busy or tired to play with us children, that he was always there playing one on one hide and seek (I was always the one hiding, of course), and how he toilet trained all of us. I remember when we used to sleep at his house, we would also sleep in the spare bed in his bedroom. I would constantly the wake him up in the middle of the night because he would snore, and id make him put his "nose thing" in. He never got angry at me, or made me go to another room to sleep. He is the most patient person I Have ever met. And I guess thats causing me to write my own letter. I dont feel brave enough to give it to him in person yet. So I will write it here.