Odd title? Well, yes it is. But, today would have been my grandmother's (dad's mom) 114th birthday. She died one week before her 76th birthday in 1974. Grandma King was the only grandparent I knew. Daddy's father died at the age of 48; Daddy was only 11. Mother's father died eight days before she was born teaching someone to fly an airplane in 1932. Her mother died 15 years later from cancer.
After taking Daughter #6 for an ortho appointment today, we decided to go to the cemetery to visit Mother's grave. I know only her old, tired body rest beneath the earth, but sometimes I just need to go and "visit".
My best friend's brother and mother are buried not even a stones throw from my mom. Our mothers were born about eight days apart, and their deaths are only seven days apart, though the date are several years different. So I went to visit/check on my friend's family graves. The weather has been beautiful the last couple of days, and as the wind blew across my face I imagined our mothers dancing in the wind, (I don't think my mother ever danced!) As they "danced" the breeze they created blew across my face and dried my tears.
Now, I know our mothers are safe in heaven with their Savior. They have and live the blessed hope of heaven. But for a moment it was nice to be a little girl pretending with Mother.
After taking Daughter #6 for an ortho appointment today, we decided to go to the cemetery to visit Mother's grave. I know only her old, tired body rest beneath the earth, but sometimes I just need to go and "visit".
My best friend's brother and mother are buried not even a stones throw from my mom. Our mothers were born about eight days apart, and their deaths are only seven days apart, though the date are several years different. So I went to visit/check on my friend's family graves. The weather has been beautiful the last couple of days, and as the wind blew across my face I imagined our mothers dancing in the wind, (I don't think my mother ever danced!) As they "danced" the breeze they created blew across my face and dried my tears.
Now, I know our mothers are safe in heaven with their Savior. They have and live the blessed hope of heaven. But for a moment it was nice to be a little girl pretending with Mother.
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