It’s not that I’m falling apart or anything. It’s just that when the casket is closed and carried away, it’s so final. I’ll never speak to or hug my grandmother again. It’s a time of reflection and pondering many things, including whether or not I’m ready to go myself. We don’t know when we’ll be called from this life of busy-ness.
I took a rose from the gravesite, as all the daughters, granddaughters and great-granddaughters did. I keep looking at it.
It’s so beautiful, but it won’t last, and I’m not sure yet what I’ll do with it.
It felt good to get back home tonight and know that at last the formalities are over. It felt good to all come bustling in the door of home together, turn the gas stoves up higher to get our home-sweet-home nice and warm again, and cherish the anticipation of an evening ahead. Is there anything like family? Is there anything better than having them all here at home with us?
We cooked something easy. The left-over ham from Thanksgiving Day went well tonight with eggs and cheese. I watched my 9-year-old daughter as she stirred the eggs on the stove.
My heart is just so full when I look at my children. There’s so much I want to teach them. I want so much for them to embrace good and right. I’m thankful tonight to have them all home with me. It’s a good place to be.
Lynn
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