My Day Alone
Well, the whole family except for me, Dad and my aunt's husband Bill have gone shopping until 4 ish or so and I must admit it's bloody nice. Silence has descended upon the farm. Leah has called numerous times, however Dad and I swore to each other neither one of us would answer - we'll let Mom deal with it when she gets back from spending her money.
Tomorrow is the inpromptu service for my grandfather, we're spreading his ashes, and his best friend is going to come speak. I must admit it's very weird not having Grampie around. I wish I had more pictures of him, but most of the pictures we have, he was already sick and dying. I miss the man who used to throw me in the air, the man who was so concerned about my "eternal soul" but never once preached AT me. He was a Baptist minister all his life, but a farmer too and I loved him dearly. I lived with both he and my grandmother for quite a while, when Mom and I were having our worst times. It was a nice break. But you never really realize what someone means to you until their gone.
I've lost alot of people in my life and I think by way of memory I will list them here:
Ernest Ulyesses Brown (Paternal grandfather) (1987)
Timothy Dwayne Watkins (Friend/4-H comrade) (1995)
Nicholas Leo Paul D'Eon (Sooooo much...) (1997)
Melinda McKenzie Lynch (Maternal Great Grandmother) (2001)
Stella Brown (Paternal Great Grandmother) (2001)
Stewart Judson MclEarn (Maternal Grandfather) (2004)
Death has me caught in her grip. I feel so alone without some of these people in my life. It's been a strange trip.
Ok I'm off for some lunch and a trip to Frenchy's to see if I can find some clothes to make me look atleast a little bit nice. I'm so tired of throwing on whatever will fit! Hope everyone is ok out in blog world.
Ter
Tomorrow is the inpromptu service for my grandfather, we're spreading his ashes, and his best friend is going to come speak. I must admit it's very weird not having Grampie around. I wish I had more pictures of him, but most of the pictures we have, he was already sick and dying. I miss the man who used to throw me in the air, the man who was so concerned about my "eternal soul" but never once preached AT me. He was a Baptist minister all his life, but a farmer too and I loved him dearly. I lived with both he and my grandmother for quite a while, when Mom and I were having our worst times. It was a nice break. But you never really realize what someone means to you until their gone.
I've lost alot of people in my life and I think by way of memory I will list them here:
Ernest Ulyesses Brown (Paternal grandfather) (1987)
Timothy Dwayne Watkins (Friend/4-H comrade) (1995)
Nicholas Leo Paul D'Eon (Sooooo much...) (1997)
Melinda McKenzie Lynch (Maternal Great Grandmother) (2001)
Stella Brown (Paternal Great Grandmother) (2001)
Stewart Judson MclEarn (Maternal Grandfather) (2004)
Death has me caught in her grip. I feel so alone without some of these people in my life. It's been a strange trip.
Ok I'm off for some lunch and a trip to Frenchy's to see if I can find some clothes to make me look atleast a little bit nice. I'm so tired of throwing on whatever will fit! Hope everyone is ok out in blog world.
Ter
posted by Tymber at 7:53 AM
1 Comments:
hey chick, I know what you mean about losing people that you care about...and two of the names on that list were friends of mine too*sighs*....It's strange sometimes how much time goes by and the way we miss them even after all this time..meories can be made so fresh...
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