Grief

Over these recent years, I’ve become more aquatinted with grief than I would have liked to have been.

(If you’re new here, about two-ish years ago, our girls lost their Meemaw and their Grammie within seven months of each other.😔)

As I’ve journeyed through Grief’s winding roads, I’ve learned a few things about it: it seems to ebb and flow as it chooses, and carries you down its streams very seldomly letting you choose which way you’re going to go.

Some days the tears are joyful ones as you remember fond memories of your loved one, and other days the tears are painful ones as the aching in your heart keeps beating louder and louder.

But as time goes by and the sting of death lets up a little bit, there seem to be more moments when Grief allows you to pick up the paddles of the boat and start steering yourself down the stream in the direction you choose.

Lately, our oldest has been having dreams of Grammie as a “beautiful angel”. So yesterday, she decided to draw her Grammie as such, and tape it to the wall next to her bed so she could smile at her every morning and “remember what she must look like in Heaven right now.”

Two years ago when the blows of Loss felt like too much to handle, I worried SO much about how this would effect our kids who I felt were too young to be experiencing death so intimately. Fast forward to today, I am thankful and in awe of how God truly carried them (and all of us) through, and how He is allowing us all to remember Meemaw and Grammie these days with less pain and more peace and delight.