This One is For You
Six years ago today.
The last time I saw her in person, we had just come back from Taylin's middle school basketball game to have pizza at my house. Isla was just a few months old and I think she held her the whole time she was there, insisting that she had it under control and I should go eat something.
When I got the call that she might not return home from the hospital, I was cooking dinner. Matt had just run to a friend's house. I picked up the phone and called him probably ten times in a matter of a minute because he wasn't answering his phone. When he finally did answer, I tried to tell him what was going on, but I couldn't form words that were understandable. I dropped to my knees trying to catch my breath. It literally felt like the walls were closing in and panic was setting in. A million things rushing through my mind. So unexpected. So unreal. So unbelievable. I remember on the way to the hospital I asked Matt to pray. He did so willingly and with so much wisdom. My rock.
Six years ago today.
Some days it feels like yesterday, other days it feels like a lifetime. Only one of my girls actually remembers her and even her memory is vague. At first, I weeped at that thought. The thought of them not knowing her. The days following her passing I remember asking friend "What am I going to do without her? What am I going to do?" My girls are never going to understand what a treasure they missed out on.
Hindsight is 20/20. What an absurd thought it was for me to think they wouldn't know her. After all, she left all of us with a little piece.
From their grandmother comes an unconditional love like no other. A safe haven for a lifetime.
From their grandfather comes a sound mind with knowledge & wisdom and of course a little sarcasm sprinkled in for good measure.
From their aunt and auntie comes adventure, fun, and a joy like no other.
From their uncle comes big bear hugs and a helping hand no questions asked.
From their father comes the best jokes around and a "oh shut up" with the sweetest southern drawl.
From their mother comes a love of teaching, and that even on the hardest of hard days, faith produces perseverance.
The last time I saw her in person, we had just come back from Taylin's middle school basketball game to have pizza at my house. Isla was just a few months old and I think she held her the whole time she was there, insisting that she had it under control and I should go eat something.
When I got the call that she might not return home from the hospital, I was cooking dinner. Matt had just run to a friend's house. I picked up the phone and called him probably ten times in a matter of a minute because he wasn't answering his phone. When he finally did answer, I tried to tell him what was going on, but I couldn't form words that were understandable. I dropped to my knees trying to catch my breath. It literally felt like the walls were closing in and panic was setting in. A million things rushing through my mind. So unexpected. So unreal. So unbelievable. I remember on the way to the hospital I asked Matt to pray. He did so willingly and with so much wisdom. My rock.
Six years ago today.
Some days it feels like yesterday, other days it feels like a lifetime. Only one of my girls actually remembers her and even her memory is vague. At first, I weeped at that thought. The thought of them not knowing her. The days following her passing I remember asking friend "What am I going to do without her? What am I going to do?" My girls are never going to understand what a treasure they missed out on.
Hindsight is 20/20. What an absurd thought it was for me to think they wouldn't know her. After all, she left all of us with a little piece.
From their grandmother comes an unconditional love like no other. A safe haven for a lifetime.
From their grandfather comes a sound mind with knowledge & wisdom and of course a little sarcasm sprinkled in for good measure.
From their aunt and auntie comes adventure, fun, and a joy like no other.
From their uncle comes big bear hugs and a helping hand no questions asked.
From their father comes the best jokes around and a "oh shut up" with the sweetest southern drawl.
From their mother comes a love of teaching, and that even on the hardest of hard days, faith produces perseverance.
You taught us well Opal Jean. Love you forever my Precious Jewel.
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