I should do this now, before my brain gets fuzzier, I should have done it earlier, when I was more coherent.
I won’t do links now, it’s hard going back and forth, but I have to get this all out there.
Thanks of course to my sponsors, without you where would I be now? Oh yeah. Sleeping. But I would have missed out on one hell of a 24 hours, I’m not only glad I raised money for the hospice, but I met some really great people through Project Blog.
Then of course, we have to thank the Project Blog founders, and all the other bloggers. Chat was fun tonight, as was hopping through the webring, and commenting on blogs, and the mailing list. I hope we stay in touch. I know I added a lot of you to my blogroll and will continue reading.
Everyone who commented, emailed, posted, IM’d me, all that, thank you for keeping me awake and sane. Knowing someone was actually READING this stuff made it all worthwhile. I wanted 48 posts of content, even if it was silly, rude, useless, whatever. But I wanted SOMETHING.
Thank those of you who passed on my blog for others to read and sponsor me. It was nice to see mentions of my blog in different places.
Need to thank the kids for being good, my parents for watching them for a few hours (Dan worked today), and Dan for keeping them out of my hair when I got home. And Dan for not saying I was insane, and encouraging me, not discouraging me.
I’d like to thank Calvary Hospital too, first of all, I’ve heard of charities that did not want to take part in something like this. But I would also like to thank them for making a completely unbearable situation almost bearable. Not only did I have to lose someone I love so very much, but I had to watch the people I love suffer, too. Just a testament to what a wonderful woman my grandmother is. (Was, to me, would imply she is no longer wonderful.) I’m just in some warped way upset that this is the charity I am blogging for, I wish the whole thing would have never happened. Goodness knows in my mind I forget quite a bit. I see something and want to tell her, and I can’t. I wonder when I will visit, and can’t. I have less coupons, now, too. Constant reminders of life. Not just the great things she did, but her presence. And if she was still alive, I’d be blogging for something else now, I guess. So yeah, in some way, I wish this was all for someplace else, only because it would mean she was still here.
Well, I’m about this close to crying so this is probably a good time to stop. I still need to keep up my strength (emotionally and spiritually as well as physically) to finish this. It’s so close, just 2 hours more.