After a week full of life and death
matters it is so hard to return to the
regular and mundane things that so often
capture my entire attention.
Grandma's funeral on Saturday was HOT!
Yes, temperatures were in the 90's and
we were in a tiny old church with only
two ceiling fans and open windows for
So many memories smacked us
in the face as we walked into that old
building. The smells, the old pews that
everyone remembers sticking to, and the
little pillows in certain seats took me back
to the little ladies who used to
seek comfort on those wooden pews.
They have since gone on to Heaven.
The current older generation has carried
on the tradition.
It was a sweet service with many lovely
memories and distant relatives to
I don't think that
I am alone in not getting excited about
a funeral... one of those necessary things
that is supposed to give us closure.
But then, I am the lady that has given away
my animals before they die because I don't
want closure. I want to just imagine them
living on happily forever....
But that is just me.
Admittedly this is very different.
We are so very exhausted.
It was quite the week that led us
from Fredericksburg, Virginia
(four hours South)
(Six hours North).
We returned directly to church on
Sunday Morning just in time for
Sunday School to begin.
The early morning views made it
nearly worth getting up before dawn
two days in a row....
Frankly, I had the hardest time
keeping my eyes open and did actually
have that old "bob of the head" that wakes
you up a couple of times.
New Grandma, Mrs. Rabe came to check on me immediately
following the service.
One of the bad
parts of sitting right in the front.
You can't get away with falling asleep.
During our church service yesterday
we were singing that old hymn,
A Child of the King, and it seemed to
me after the events of this past week
that our congregation should have been
a lot more excited about this. They were
"just singing" it. I did something I nearly
never do...sang and played at the same time.
In a week full of eternity smack in my face
I am so grateful to be
I am so grateful to be
"A child of The King!".
My cousin, Jenn, is now in the hospital.
She got sick at the dinner following the
funeral and had to be taken to the emergency room.
She is a wife and mother of two
wonderful young children.
It appears to be more than just
low sugar and stress.
As she is still having difficulty with her
right side and speech they are
looking hard for the cause.
This was totally unexpected.
I have to say that her kids were so amazingly
well behaved while their Mom was being
It will likely be a while before I
can really get back into the swing
of Blogging as I like to do.
So...please bear with me.
I have to tell you that as I sat
in that church with all of the memories
and thoughts of loss...
of Grandma and of Dad...
I remembered your words of caring and
offers of prayer.
I felt your love.