Hi, to anyone who has been faithful to check and see if I've made it back from my chasm of grief. I thought I would change the look of my blog just to remind myself and others that I'm here...again.
I've not been alone because God has been with me, even when I wasn't sure. He IS faithful.
Since my sister died last March, we attended an uncle's funeral just three or four days after my sis's. He lead a long, rich life on his farm. He died after barely a year in the nursing home.
Since then we said farewell to three cousins. My uncle and three cousins were all from my mother's family. I was beginning to wonder what the Lord is trying to tell me. But then I remembered that at last count, many years ago, I listed at least 50 first cousins from both my mother's and father's families. Quite a few of us are still living, and we're all getting older.
So why should I wonder at these multiple deaths? It will be sometime before the final earthly pages have been written for all of us. One last uncle from my maternal side, and an aunt from the paternal side are still living. I grew up rich in family relationships and annual reunions, and a plethora of memories.
Recently I've been meeting with one of my double cousins. We had grown apart by miles, by raising kids, and by jobs. But now that we're both mostly retired from working outside the home we have more time...well, a little more time, to get together and share our memories, some of which are mutual, and many of which we individually experienced differently. Our relatedness runs deep because her mother and father were sister and brother to my parents (in case you wondered what a double cousin is).
Perhaps I will share some of these memories here for my grandchildren to find someday. But for now, I have to run because a couple of those grandkids are coming to spend the afternoon and I have to prepare a light dinner for this evening.
Hoping to be back soon.