It was a draining experience- and I think made even more so by the fact- that I continued to try and be strong for all those around me- and to hold them up- that I haven't let myself down yet. So I guess if I crack like and egg one of these days- you'll know why. I had to say good-bye to my Grandma Dorothy- and her sweet- perfectly appointed little home- and the memorabilia and 'things' that made this home lived in and loved.
Take this rocker for instance- it's been in this same corner of the kitchen for as long as I can remember- and I also remember- that amongst us four grand-daughters- it was the most coveted seat in the house- you could rock yourself to sleep in it- providing someone else wasn't waiting for a turn....
This woman and this house- were strong in love- and faith- signs of her love for all living things- and her church surrounded her- they comforted her.
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