Lost for words

There are so many stories and pictures from Blogher '07 that I want to share with you all, but I'm afraid you'll either have to wait or go read about it from other bloggers, because upon arriving at the airport today - actually, before I even got on the plane - my life was set into a tailspin.

My grandmother is dying. I received the phone call while I was waiting for my flight that she took a turn for the worse and the doctors don't think she has very long to live. I have only just placed my tired, hungover behind on my couch after a long day because Mr. C took me straight from the airport to the hospital to gather with my family around my Gram's bed. It was hard to leave but Chicky was getting tired. I'll go back tomorrow, if she makes it through the night. I think she might because she's holding on, clinging to life through sheer will. For what I don't know, but my Gram is a strong woman and if she's not ready to go yet then she has good reason for choosing not to join her husbands and her three children at the moment.

So my blogging will be sporadic at best until life gets back to normal. Not that life without my Gram will be normal. To the contrary, I don't think my life without Gram will ever be the same again.

But my life has also be irrevocably changed due to meeting some of the most fabulous women - and men - on the planet. I keep expecting that I'll walk out my front door and you'll all be there. That you won't makes me very sad.

Next year, my friends, next year.

Until then I'll keep our laughter with me. It will help get me through.