Memories are floating through the air

Apr 11, 2013

Memories are floating through the air

At first I was concerned.  Why are the kids not upset?  Why are they not talking about Nana? As weeks have now passed, occasionally the little tears are found pooling in the corners of their eyes and the soft whisper of her name often leave their lips.  It is the process of grieving.  Some have a harder time than others do.  Some cry, some get angry.  We have had it all in this house.  The greatest part is the stories.  Take our conversation that we had this morning ...

Ginny - I remember when Nana helped out at Bible Camp.  I stayed at her house for the week and every morning we would wake up and she would take me in the Smart Car to VBS. I remember how every morning Ginny and Nana would arrive at VBS and Mom had Ginny's hair curled or braided or clipped up.  

Malakai - Nana loved Rhubarb. Oh how she did.  She loved to make Strawberry, Rhubarb Jam.    

Ginny - Oh thats right.  She would always give me a small knife and tell me to go out and cut as much rhubarb as I could than her and I would sit on the deck and cut the Rhubarb up into small pieces.  After that she would give each kid a bowl of sugar and a stick of Rhubarb to eat.   

As I am blogging Malakai comes up into my room.  He is washing his hands with my coconut hand soap.  He must know what I am doing because he quickly leans over onto the bed and says ... Now I remember another remembering ... Me Keegan, and Ginny were all over at Opa's and he had a coconut and he opened it up and poured it into a glass.  First it was me that tried it, and I didn't like it.  Next Ginny tried it and she didn't like it.  Both Keegan and Nana tried it and they didn't like it either.  Finally Opa tried it, and he liked it!