For some people writing can be a fun activity, for others it may be a chore, for me its neither. For me, writing is like an outlet that once I get "plugged in" to it, it becomes the very source of energy that produces a light inside of me that not only illuminates the darkest places of my heart, but also bring enlightenment that I might have never gained. In other words... its my therapy! haha :)
Let see... where to even begin...
Well the most recent happenings occured last Friday. My grandmother, a.k.a. my popsmommy, passed away. It was not sudden by any means. We all knew that her life's story was coming to a close soon. But no matter how much you try to prepare yourself... loosing someone is always hard and it always comes as a bit of a shock.
Friday afternoon after a long day at school I looked at my cell phone, saw the 6 missed calls, listened to the 2 vague yet sorrowful voicemails, and knew what I was about to "find out."
I quickly made up some lesson plans, zipped home to pack a suitcase, and was on my way to my grandmother's home (1 1/2 hrs away) to spend the next 4 days in a house FULL of family members trying to figure out what to do with all the emotions they were experiencing.
That night I was ok. It was Saturday morning when I woke up that it began to hit me. I layed there early that morning in the bed that was full of memories of reading books late into the night, memories of hiding under it in hopes to avoid the nightly bath, and memories of lots of hugs and cuddles as we snuggled finally to fall asleep feeling safe and secure. I examined the quilt I laid under. One that had been hand sewn by beautiful tender hands of a woman who found such joy in simply making things that she knew would bring joy to someone else. My grandmother was an amazing woman whom I loved and missed.
I could go on for hours about all the wonderful things she did and was. I might have to dedicate a post (or maybe 5 posts lol) to just the story of her life. (Because believe me there are plenty of stories to tell!) She was a true Proverbs 31 woman. She came from humble beginnings, but with her faith in Jesus, a vision for a bright future, and determination to see it through she became a woman who was greatly praised. Even at her viewing I was amazed at the amount of people that showed up, all with a story about how my grandmother, my popsmommy, had impacted their life in some way. I honestly believe that as she met Jesus face to face on Friday morning that she heard her sweet loving Master say "Well done thy good and faithful servant"
And I wanna be just like her! :)
Here is a picture of my sweet "popsmommy" with one of the twins taken one month ago. :)