Monday, January 25, 2016

Just that far away...



My whole life, I've had the privilege of grandparents living close by. My Mama's parents lived less than a mile down the road. My daddy's parents lived even closer, just at the end of our driveway. We were very close. Most of my favorite memories include the four of them. 

For the longest time, I never understood the pain of losing a grandparent. So many friends lost their grandparents when they were young and it was odd to me. I practically grew up in a nursing home and witnessed death frequently but it seemed very distant. It just wasn't something I could relate to. 
Two of my great-grandparents died when I was a child and my great-grandmother lived until I was in my twenties. I come from a family that is blessed with old age. 



When I lost my Aubrey, nearly four years ago, everything changed. My view on life and my opinion of death became somewhat obscured. 
Parents aren't supposed to outlive their children. But grandparents? Great-grandparents? 
Everything felt out of order.

That next March, I lost my Papa. It was like a king had fallen. He was the leader of our family. For me, it was like everything became even more fragile. 


This past September, my grandmama died. It came from out of nowhere and I just wasn't ready to accept it. I crawled farther into my protective shell of grief and haven't come back out yet. 


This morning, we lost Gonza, my Daddy's Mama. She was the matriarch of our family. Although she was 93 and her passing was expected, it still knocked me off my feet. Knowing something is coming doesn't always make it easier to accept. 


Suddenly, it feels like all the pieces are falling down. In less than three years, I went from having four living grandparents to just one. 
Natural? Yes. 
Easy to grasp? No, not for me. 

Death is a part of living. Grieving someone is a part of loving them. I'm grateful to have had all these years with my Papa, Gonza and Grandmama. 

No matter how long I live or what I go through in life, there will always be this part inside me that is a child who wants her grandparents. A child who can run down her driveway, or just down the lane and be there with them. In my heart, they're only that far away...


Saturday, January 16, 2016

We will Rejoice!


"This is the day the Lord has made. We will rejoice and be glad in it." 
Psalm 118:24



I went to sleep last night already not wanting to wake up, today. I hoped God would just take me in my sleep so I could escape the enviable pain. I was ready to live in Heaven with my girl. 

When I woke up this morning, I sighed and said aloud, "is it Sunday yet?"

But that didn't last long. 

My sweet baby girls let me know they needed me. They were ready to start their day. It's just Saturday for them. It's a lazy, fun day when they get to see their daddy and brothers. 
The sun is shining and the dogs are barking. Our goats will be here tomorrow and there is a lot happening around the farm. 

I selfishly wanted to wallow in my pain. I wanted to let myself sink deep in the sadness and darkness that lurks deep within me. I wanted to stop fighting this fight of survival. I wanted to not have to put on my brave, happy face and keep functioning. Simply put, I wanted to just die to it all. 

My God knows better than me. He woke me up to a miraculous, undeserved life. He handed me two babies that are proof that He loves me and wants the best for me. He gave me a beautiful, sunny day to keep my spirits lifted. He isn't going to let me die...not yet. He wants me to enjoy this life that He planned out long before I was born. He wants me to see my boys become men and my girls become women. He wants me to teach them about Him and LOVE and their sister. He wants our story to remind parents to cherish each minute with their kids and know that it could be their last. He wants me to LIVE...to LOVE...to rejoice.  

God gave me Aubrey (and of course my other four blessings). I never deserved a single minute with that angel. Nothing qualified me to be the one she called Mama. I am ordinary and unworthy. She was extraordinary and exquisite. She shined like no other. She was like a constant explosion of Gods love. To have been given 6 years, 2 months and 12 days with her was the greatest gift I could ever imagine.  

My heart will never be whole, this side of Heaven. Each day will always be a struggle but I go to sleep each night knowing I am one closer to her, to God and to an eternity in Heaven.


...we will rejoice and be glad...


Happy 10th Birthday, Buggy Girl. 

LOVE💜