Remembering my little granddaughter, Shelby.She only lived 3 weeks, and I never got to meet her in this life, but I know I will meet her in the next life. I was able to attend her funeral and was asked to sing Amazing Grace at her gravesite, which I did.My daughter-in-law is having a difficult time in dealing with all this, which she knows I understand. I only hope I can give a little comfort along the way.I love you, little Shelby!What memories are you mulling over today? How can you offer comfort in your day?A Pocketful of Joy to Fill Your Day
Since yesterday was her 65th birthday, with her permission, I thought I’d share with you a few of my memories of my sister Sally.
I love this picture of her with her children. Kelli and Tony are standing, and Jan, Sally, and Becky are seated.
When we were little, Sally and I used to make up all kinds of skits that we would practice and then perform for our family. They were always centered around a dancer and a klutz, because she was graceful, and well, I was a klutz. (I still am!) They were just silly little things, but we had fun doing them.
When Junior died, I had family members calling me and saying, “Betty Jean, come home.” I knew they meant the best for me, and it was really hard to help someone who lived 2800 miles away. But Sally called and just cried with me. She was also the only member of the family from Florida who was able to come to the funeral. She is who taught me it was ok to be angry. To feel my feelings.
I’m grateful for the special bond we have, despite our totally opposite political views. We’re still sisters. And I love her more than there are words to express.
What memories are you cherishing today?
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