Sharing

Shanna and I were talking the other day about

all the lives Big Mary has touched.

We commented that we shared her with a lot of people.

And we both sat on that a moment.

Then said, each in our own way,
we never felt like we were sharing her.

We never felt that we didn't have her all to ourselves.

I think that speaks volumes that I can't put words to.

Humble

That word about sums up this whole experience.

I am humbled by the prayers lifted up for my aunt.

I am humbled by the time taken out of busy schedules 

to come by and visit, not knowing what they may face.

I am humbled by medical professionals who sit and 

and listen and explain and teach.

I am humbled by words of encouragement.

I am humbled at the sight of sister caring for sister.

I am humbled by my 6 year old grand daughter who will bound into

what might be a scary room to other children, but to Maddie, 

she just sees the MeMe who has loved her all her life. 

I am humbled to have the privilege to 

walk with my aunt as she goes home.

It's a Journey

I think I want to document some of Big's journey home.

This has been such a roller coaster for Mom, Gaye and me.

Our whole family, actually, 

but the three of us have boots on the ground.

Big hasn't been well for years, really, and we have thought

we were headed for this road more than once.

I think we still give her a little side-eye

cause you can never count this one out.

You wouldn't have guessed that this sweet little old lady 

had such a prize fighter hidden down in there.

Well, except for the few of us who could tell 

you she liked her martinis and could 

swear like a truck driver when pushed to her limit.

Big is in and out of it but I can still get an

"I love you too"

out of her and I am treasuring

each and every one of them.

We are muddling our way through changing her drawers.

(there is just no dignity in calling them diapers 

at this stage in my humble opinion)

Trust me, we know and Big knows, we 

ain't professionals here!

Each time I get through rockin' and rollin' 

her from side to side trying to 

tug out the old and slip in the new, 

I say to her, "whew! We did it!"

And, she chuckles at me.

I told mom and Gaye, we can get through this if 

we can just keep laughing.

Isn't it God's mercy that He is allowing 

Big to show us the way and keep us smiling?