An Emotionally Difficult Day........
Jul. 27th, 2007 06:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
osodecanelaWe had Joyce from Sunday thru Wed. She's a joy, but 5 y/o's have 5 y/o energy. The older I get, the more I understand why people do their childbearing at 20 and 30 and not at 50. I also now truly understand why so many parents actually use the phrase, "because I said so, that's why!" I haven't yet succumbed to that one, but I certainly look at those that have with a whole new understanding.
The kids lost their grandmother the beginning of the month. It was after several months of hospice care that Rose was called home, to her next plane of existence. She was 72 and is now sorely missed. Her memorial service was set for yesterday morning and I made the journey over a couple of mountain passes two counties away, representing my husband and I. It was a simple service, with no embellishment at the Presbyterian church they've been a part of since thier retirement 7 years ago. I think Rose would have liked it. After delivering her eulogy, her pastor invited others who felt called to remember Rose to get up and speak. One of the last was my Joyce. My 5 year/old godchild left my lap and took her Aunt's hand to walk up to the front of the church to tell every one in the congregation how much she missed her Grandma Rose. I was so proud of her for her strength and her control. It was then I noticed the tear that rolled down my cheek to disappear into the thicket of my beard.
Rose was a warm, accepting woman. There was a fair number of people of 'alternative' life style within her life, and she welcomed us with open arms and an open heart. She was at once raucous, but gracious. I shall miss her presence in my life.
The kids lost their grandmother the beginning of the month. It was after several months of hospice care that Rose was called home, to her next plane of existence. She was 72 and is now sorely missed. Her memorial service was set for yesterday morning and I made the journey over a couple of mountain passes two counties away, representing my husband and I. It was a simple service, with no embellishment at the Presbyterian church they've been a part of since thier retirement 7 years ago. I think Rose would have liked it. After delivering her eulogy, her pastor invited others who felt called to remember Rose to get up and speak. One of the last was my Joyce. My 5 year/old godchild left my lap and took her Aunt's hand to walk up to the front of the church to tell every one in the congregation how much she missed her Grandma Rose. I was so proud of her for her strength and her control. It was then I noticed the tear that rolled down my cheek to disappear into the thicket of my beard.
Rose was a warm, accepting woman. There was a fair number of people of 'alternative' life style within her life, and she welcomed us with open arms and an open heart. She was at once raucous, but gracious. I shall miss her presence in my life.
