Seasons

 

I have been feeling kind of nostalgic the past few days. I miss home, a lot more than I ever thought I would. I am okay when I am not there, but we had to make a day trip yesterday and it hurt not taking the usual course to go to my Grandma’s house.

She died on my husband’s birthday in 2008. I knew it was a closing of a chapter not only of her life, but our whole family. Her home was the place to go, the place that never changed.

 NEVER changed. I’m so grateful she never changed anything now…

 

We found this gem clearing out her cabinet. I’m sure she didn’t know it was there. The price tag? 21 cents.

 

We were disciplined, but loved.

 

Always welcomed in.

Did I mention loved?I lost two of my grandparents in 6 months. My Grandma Betty, and my Grandpa Lowther. They were such important people in my life. They were good, honest, wonderful people. My grandfather died suddenly.

My grandma suffered through cancer, and since I live out of state, I didn’t see the stages of her illness, but the toll it had taken all at once the day before she passed. To see such a strong woman in the pain she was in was unbearable. I am so thankful that my other family was close and could be there for her. I am grateful she was able to meet our little Leah.

I don’t know that God makes people like them anymore. They are the backbone of my whole person, and neither were related by blood. Grandma adopted my mother at birth. My other grandparents are my step mother’s parents.

My only grandparent left is Grandma Violet. I don’t get to see her enough, I want to wrap her up and bring her home.

Speaking of home…Grandma Betty’s home still sits empty. I can’t bear to drive down that street anymore. I can’t even drive in that section of town. The verse is harder to live than to read.

  To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;

Ecclesiastes  3:1-2