Margaret Alice Prohaska; AKA Grammy

Right now I am trying to remember the good times we had with Rob’s grandmother. She is critical and nearing the end of her beautiful life.

She was the mother to four sons and the wife to an Army Colonel, Robert Anthony Prohaska Sr. They are my children’s great-grandparents and my son is their namesake.

Between her four sons she had 12 grandchildren, 14 great grandchildren and many daughter and grand-children-in-loves as the family refers to in-laws.

This family is the epitome of a large southern family with deep roots. Grammy or grammysan as the great-grandchildren call her is one of the most beautiful women I know. She had a wonderful life and shared in some of my happiest times with me.

We will miss her and all of our hearts are sad but we know what’s waiting on the other side and IT is good. She will be reunited with her love, the Colonel, and her family. She will be healed and at peace. We will cry, but we will also remember all the good times we had with her. Visiting her at her home in Florida was the best!


(Now I may be confusing some of you who know me. Rob and I are still separated, but not officially divorced. It is strange, all of this sadness and missing his family, my family. They were my family for 8 years, and I miss those Prohaskas. I will be attending the services when the time comes with Rob and the kids, it is important I go for my children and for Rob. I hope they can forgive me, as Christians I hope they will. I know they forgive Rob for his faults and I am sorry for mine. I want to sit them down and tell them why things happened with me and him, but it makes no difference at this point. What happened, happened. It is what it is. Rob and I can’t change it. But as friends we can move on.)



This new song by Carrie Underwood is a favorite of mine right now. It is beautiful!

Here are the lyrics:

Temporary Home
Little boy, 6 years old
A little too used to bein' alone
Another new mom and dad,another school
Another house that'll never be home
When people ask him how he likes this place
He looks up and says with a smile upon his face
"This is my temporary home
It's not where I belong
Windows and rooms that I'm passin' through
This is just a stop, on the way to where I'm going
I'm not afraid because I know this is my
Temporary Home."
Young mom on her own
She needs a little help got nowhere to go
She's lookin' for a job, lookin' for a way out
Because a half-way house will never be a home
At night she whispers to her baby girl
Someday we'll find a place here in this world
This is our temporary home
It's not where we belong
Windows and rooms that we're passin' through
This is just a stop, on the way to where we're going
I'm not afraid because I know this is our
Temporary Home."
Old man, hospital bed
The room is filled with people he loves
And he whispers don't cry for me
I'll see you all someday
He looks up and says "I can see God's face."
"This is my temporary Home
It's not where I belong
Windows and rooms that I'm passin' through
This was just a stop,on the way To where I'm going
I'm not afraid because I know this was
My temporary home."
This is our temporary home