A very wonderful lady passed away into the arms of her Lord and Savior this morning.
I will miss her dearly.
She was the matriarch of our little church family. Her and her husband, who died a few years ago from cancer, were kind, gentle, human, faithful and loyal. She was gramma to our dog Anna, having babysat her a few times when we vacationed.
They were like grandparents to me.
I find myself drawn toward older people. Maybe it’s because I didn’t have much of a ‘grandparent-al’ influence in my younger days.
All my grandparents are dead. My mothers grandpa was an abuser, so we were not allowed to be over there unsupervised. I remember a few things about them and their house.
I remember creamy peanut-butter and margarine sandwiches on soft malleable wonder bread.
I remember the box of colored pencils I colored with [I have that box in my side drawer at the computer table]
I remember the secretary desk gramma kept all of her stationary and bills. [I have that desk sitting in my living room]
I also remember the lock grandpa put on the fridge, he didn’t want gramma eating because she had put on weight.
I also remember the planter they had in the house, I always thought that was the coolest thing, I remember being sick one Christmas and laying on the couch by the big bay window, watching the snow coming down.
My dad’s mom was the meanest woman alive and didn’t care too much for me since I was not biologically my dads daughter.
I remember her being cranky on holidays, sitting in her chair waiting to be the last one to open presents.
I remember the huge garden my grandpa tended, at least 1/2 an acre. I remember grandpa ran over my dog and buried her in his garden.
Needless to say, my old people experiences growing up were much to be desired.
But in my church family, I love all the older people, they are so wise and kind.
Dick and Barb, in particular, were my favorite.
They drove a truck together, an interstate semi-truck, and from the stories Barb could drive the truck better than her hubby Dick.
About 5 years ago Barb taught a few of the younger ladies to knit. I was one of those younger ladies. Dick was just starting to get sick and he hung around the house while we were there. Never a mean word came out of their mouths.
They were both so genuine in their faith, so honest in their attempt to deal with Dicks cancer, never shy when talking about the ‘fairness’ of it all. They knew their God was big enough to handle their questions and they also needed to hear from others that their questions were ok and normal. They were.
They came to know the Lord later on in life, after they had grown up and adopted 2 boys.
When Dick was able to be at church, I always kissed his bald head and told him I loved him. He loved me, also.
When he was close to dying and chemo was taking a great toil on him, I would bring him something sweet to eat, he had a hard time keeping food down.
His wife was so strong, she had this unflappable ability to roll with whatever punches God threw her way. Amazing.
I really want to be like her someday. If I can be half the woman Barb was……
At 24 years of age, the doctors gave her 6 months to live with the diagnosis of uterine cancer. They took her uterus, leaving her unable to have children. They adopted 2 boys, brothers, and loved them fiercely.
On and off thru the years, Barb would have a spot of cancer here and there, on her bladder, breast, she also lost one of her kidneys. The doctors would always get it.
I took her to many trips to the doc to get spots of cancer burned off her bladder.
At the age of 74 she was given the word she needed chemo for her cancer, she had spots on her liver, kidney, bladder and in the abdomen area. She also had a blocked vein in her leg.
The chemo was going to be hard because her one kidney could not process all the drugs well.
She knew God had blessed her with 50 more years than she had thought. She knew she was given the time to be a blessing to others. She knew that every day she had was a gift from God.
She seemed to go downhill quite fast and when hubby and I saw her a week ago Friday, she told me she wanted to go to sleep and not wake up, then in her next breath “whenever the Lord sees fit to take me…”
That was the last time she got out of bed. Yesterday, some of her church family gathered in her makeshift bedroom [hospital bed in living room] we prayed, we cried, we loved on her family. We kissed her goodbye, we told her we loved her.
My son loved her also. He would invite her to his plays and sports games. She got to see him more than her own grandkids and loved him and in her own way is helping me raise him. He was a brave boy, telling her goodbye.
Yesterday I told Barb “I’m praying for you to get to go home soon”
She said “oh, you are?”
I said “You want to go, right?”
She said “when the good Lord is ready….”
The good Lord was ready and waiting for her with open arms at 6 am this morning.
21“His master replied, ‘Well done, good and faithful servant! You have been faithful with a few things; I will put you in charge of many things. Come and share your master’s happiness!’ matthew 25
26Whoever serves me must follow me; and where I am, my servant also will be. My Father will honor the one who serves me. John 12
20May the God of peace, who through the blood of the eternal covenant brought back from the dead our Lord Jesus, that great Shepherd of the sheep, 21equip you with everything good for doing his will, and may he work in us what is pleasing to him, through Jesus Christ, to whom be glory for ever and ever. Amen. Hebrews 13