Far be it from me to ever say that I have been shorted when it comes to having a great and godly grandmother. My Mamaw (as I call her) is a vivid part of many of my earliest childhood memories. Her sweet acts of generosity and service permeate the foreground of much of my adolescence. She was always going, always giving, always grinning. Now as the grips of dementia and Alzheimer's are beginning to take the best of her memories, I am determined to keep her alive in mine and those of my children as well. She is the reason that I garden, sew, cook, and keep house with any measure of success. I have many fond memories of breaking and canning beans, picking and preserving strawberries, standing still for fittings, folding laundry, and sweeping of floors with her and under her supervision. Mamaw Mertie was and is a blessing to me and I am saddened to see her in such a state. While she may not want to have to now be in the care of others, it is definitely what is best for her well-being at this time. Each time we part it becomes harder to say good-bye especially in light of the brevity of life. I would not be being truthful though if I did not admit that this parting was especially difficult for me. Moving her from her home seems so final and because of heavy tears I could not even face her after our final long embrace. Praise God for His peace! I find comfort in knowing that even if I never embrace my sweet Mamaw again on this earth, I will see her again! How good of God as I got into my vehicle to leave her home, His blessed peace was playing on my radio "Unclouded Day". Our God is too good. I thank Him for seeking me and placing in me this desire to be in constant pursuit...
The Homestylemom
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