It is March of 2016.  A lot has happened since I last blogged.  I feel as if I am starting a new adventure now.  I kind of got sidetracked by cancer. 

In my last blog, I wrote about going to see my little grandson, Skylyr, in Georgia.  I had just lost him after keeping him for six months while his mother was in jail and my son was running from the law.  He asked me to keep him so that he would be safe, so I agreed.  My daughter and I drove to Ohio to pick him up from my son's friends who had drove from somewhere out west to meet us.

My father had had a heart attack and during the placement of a stint, he suffered a stroke.  After rehab, he went into an assisted living facility about 40 miles away from me.  This was a really stressful time for me.  I was responsible for being a first responder if he needed someone fast.  My sister lived about 150 miles away.  I went to see him about every week to fix his meds, make sure he was taking them correctly, get him supplies if he needed them.  At the same time, I had Skylyr who was a 24-hour a day little dynamo who never stopped moving from the time he woke until the time he slept at night.

I literally was exhausting myself with all the stress.

To make a long story short, my father got to the point where he could not stay in the facility, and after some time in the hospital and a nursing home for rehab, my sister took him to his home and stayed the winter with him and eventually took him home with her.  I had to return Skylyr to his mother, who lost him to foster care.  He ended up being adopted by a family in Georgia, who were kind enough to allow me to keep in touch with him and see him on Facebook and allow me to visit him there.

My father passed away the next November, and a four year battle with my sister over my inheritance followed.  This is the subject of another blog.  My sister managed to do nothing for four years as executor of his estate, run up $24,000.00 in expenses, and eventually manage to leave me with barely nothing of my inheritance.

But, I put my faith in God, and knew that whatever He allowed to happen would be the best for me.  "All things good come to those who wait."  Maybe I was not meant to have this money and I had to trust that God knew best.  So I waited.  I did not give up, though.  I finally found a lawyer to help me, and after four years, it all ended.  I did not get a penny from my father's estate.

But, because she refused to be the executor of my mother's estate (she died 16 years prior to my father, but her name was on the deed to the property with no right of survivorship, so she had to be probated in order to get her name off the deed), I made myself executor, and because I did, I got half of her estate.  Her little plan to take all my inheritance failed.

So just a few weeks ago, I received my check.  $10,500.00.  Not a lot, but something.  And this is what happened between then and now.