Today, the 24th of April, it snowed. No, it didn’t stick to the ground, but for a while, it looked like a blizzard outside! Flowers are blooming, the leaves are budding on trees and I could barely see our neighbor’s house because of the snow. Needless to say, I am more than ready for spring and warmer weather.
Yesterday we celebrated Erik’s birthday. I feel like I blinked and he is 17, a year away from adulthood.
I remember the day Erik was born, the husband of a lady in our church died. I felt bad that she would remember his birth with the passing of her husband, but she assured me that life is a cycle of being born and dying. Right now I wait to hear that my dear Granny has entered heaven. She has lived 92 years–not just years but full years. Full of family, love, and giving, moving dozens of times with 6 children as she followed her Army husband around the USA and even across the ocean. Granny was good at adjusting to new situations and making the best of them–a trait I still lack but hope to learn more and more from her example. Having to bury one of her children in his mid 20’s took its toll on her. Although she has been criticized for grieving too much, I have always understood her grief. Maybe I grieve in a similar way. I recently contemplated how crazy I am about my own grandchildren. I adore them and love to tell everyone about them–the cute things they do and say–and show off their pictures. Funny, I never perceived that my grandparents were crazy about me like that, but maybe they were and I just didn’t realize it. I am certain they all loved me deeply. I have been blessed indeed to have known all 4 of my grandparents and 3 of my great-grandparents. Memories do not die, so they live on in my memories and also in how they influenced me.