Closer to Home
*This post was written May 15, 2011. My granny Hester passed away during the morning of May 18th.
It feels like one of the last times I will be sitting outside enjoying the cool spring weather of Kentucky, at least outside my granny B's house. The mountains are a luscious green. You can barely see where one tree ends and the other begins.
I hear a bird calling, another returns. They're whistling back and forth to one another as the audience chirp around them. Occasionally, the engine of a car breaks through nature's call and I realize that is how I feel about life. Now, there are tiny drops of rain falling from the Heavens and I hear the wind. Leaves rustle and the drops become more steady, more full. I pull my chair back, just under the protection of the garage, but still I can hear them. I can feel it. I can see it. The birds, the fountain, the cool breeze, the trees waving.
How can I feel at peace, yet feel so frustrated, so sad? This is home. The place where I climbed mountains and stepped in cow patties. The place where I climbed trees and built forts. The place where I watched birds, turkeys, and squirrels feed off the generous portions my papaw spread out. The place where I had my first heartbreak, my first date, my first prom, my first basket, my first A, my first word, my first graduation. The place where coal is mined, country cookin' is served, and neighbors are friends. Far from perfect, but home nonetheless.
Will the next visit be a funeral? Most likely. Then, as I do now, I will reflect and remember days upon days of love, instruction, and generous giving from both of my granny's. I have been blessed to know them and know them well. I say it again....I have been BLESSED
As water droplets fall and the ground goes from damp to wet, so I think about the ways their drops of love have saturated my very being. Thank you God for this moment....for this time to remember days gone by, days when they climbed mountains with me. Days when they took me shopping, cooked me dinner, read me stories, scratched my back, tucked me in bed, LOVED me.
The babe awakes and peaceful silence is broken, but now I am REFRESHED. Jesus, take them home!! PLEASE. Yet, not by my will, but Your will be done.
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