We went to the visitation this evening for Joey. I felt an undeniable pull to be there, to share grief and memories with people who are precious to me. In a way that only God could design, it felt good to hug tight and sob together. It felt good to cry because it was a reminder of how much we loved each other. I haven't seen these people for several years, but that didn't diminish the heart connection.
And it convinced me that we must never let this much time go by again.
Please read Corie's excellent post, and thank you for your prayers.
About Me
- Ruthie
- I am fifty-something and I'm still struggling to define myself. I am too young to be a granny (of four granddaughters and one grandson), too old to be a young mom (five kids-- two still at home), too irreverent to be a missionary wife. I'm trying to find my bearings after my mother passed away this year -- I feel sort of adrift now that she's not here for either of us to take care of each other. I can't tolerate tags in any form. I am armed with a seam ripper, scissors and Goo Gone and I'm not afraid to use them. My other phobias are improper apostrophe usage and becoming senile. I long to be content and joyful because I know that God has blessed me with more than enough.
2 comments:
I am so glad you got to go. It's one of those strangely sweet circumstances where a good thing-- in this case, you getting to reconnect with the family-- surfaced out of a sad thing. I think Karen would have been happy to know you were there.
It was very nice of you to go and reconnect with the family.
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