Good morning friends.
It’s been a difficult and weird week for me. I lost my grandfather a week ago. Wow, that feels real to say.
He was 88 years old and lived a great life, I just didn’t expect to lose him yet. Granddaddy Ted was an amazing and interesting man. He was in the Navy and served in World War II in the South Pacific.
He had great stories, he loved my grandma and faithfully served our family and his country. I think he loved making his grandchildren and great grandchildren laugh more than anything.
I was lucky enough to have grown up near most of my family and was I able to be around my grandparents for much of my life. And, it makes me so happy that my son has been able to get to know them too.
Recently granddaddy mailed my son some coins and little man was ecstatic! He loved being around his grandchildren. He loved giving to us. He was a kind and gentle soul and I’m thankful for all the sweet memories.
These are only a few things about him and his life but he was so much more to all of us.
The service was a military service and it was beautiful. American flags, veterans and gun salutes. It was special and I really think it gave us some peace.
I haven’t been able to write much this week but something just wasn’t sitting right with me.
During all of this I felt uneasy, not only because it all felt surreal but also because no one knew. You, my readers, no one other than family and friends. I kept trying to figure out where this was coming from. Several times over the past few days I almost posted about granddaddy on Instagram and Facebook but the feeling that I “had to” irritated me.
Why did I feel the need to post about this personal experience? Is social media that addicting? It was really driving me crazy. Then it finally clicked. I share so many other aspects of our lives with you, our projects, our pets, our family, my heart, that it felt like I was hiding something. I consider many of you friends and I’m so thankful for my loyal readers that I felt dishonest.
Once I figured this out it made me feel better. I didn’t have to be mad at social media. I don’t have to feel like I’m selling my soul. All I needed was to share our life, the good and the bad, because that’s what it is…Life.
I learned a lot this week about love and family and what the people in our lives mean to us. That no matter what we’re family. We should stand by each other in love. We should help each other in the joy and the pain. Silly things should not pull us apart, nope, God’s plan for us is much greater than that.
We’ve been going through a lot lately, mostly the busyness of life, but when things seem cloudy and gray I need Him to lead me. Life is hard.
“Show me your ways, Lord, teach me your paths. Guide me in your truth and teach me, for you are God my Saviour, and my hope is in you all day long.” Psalm 25: 4-7
I love this happy picture from the day.
I think the blessing in loss is that love finds a way to shine through. However tragic the loss there is usually love waiting to rise up and comfort. Our family experienced an outpouring of love this week and we are grateful. Thank you all who prayed and offered words of comfort.
And to juxtapose the loss we faced we also celebrated little man’s 6th birthday. Talk about joy and pain, up and down. I’m exhausted. But, I’ve never seen so much joy and excitement from my sweet boy in one short period. In a way I think it was a blessing for us, a reprieve.
This picture says it all!
We didn’t do anything fancy, we just had friends and family over to enjoy some backyard play, pizza and lots of Legos!!
We spent a lot of time in the yard over the weekend getting ready for the party and we really took notice some beautiful things in our tiny little slice of earth. I’ll leave you with some pictures we captured of life right outside our door.
There’s something about new life that breeds hope for the future don’t you think?
Our DIY planter box filled with flowers.
Do you spy the baby bird beaks in the picture below?
Pebbles in my son’s playset instead of sand.
The beginnings of our labor of love garden.
A random flower had fallen to the ground and I stuck it on our beautiful bird house, one of my favorite things in our yard. Old and new.
Thursday night after granddaddy passed away I was talking to little man in his bed. I was trying to explain what was going on in simple words his tiny heart would understand. He didn’t say much, just listened and when I was getting ready to leave he put his hands up like this and didn’t say a word.
Granddaddy used to put his hands together like this and pretend it was a fish swimming through the air to get us and there isn’t a child in our family that wouldn’t recognize and remember this. That was all my heart needed to see. My son knew his great granddaddy, at least for awhile, but that’s all that matters.
We will miss him dearly. Thank you for faithfully reading.