Well, it has been a while since the last time I wrote on the blog. I have been sick and not able to gather up enough energy to write. Today and thanks to God, I am feeling great. I caught a virus from my 7 year old grandson. I drive him and his sister to school every morning and I think I caught it from him the day he got sick. Anyway, I am feeling better.
During the days that I was laying in my bed covered up with heavy blankets due to chills, I glanced over at my dresser and there she was. In a frame of silver. She smiled at me with that gorgeous smile of hers. As if to say, "Ma, everything is going to be alright." Yes, it's a picture of Jeannette.
My bones ached so bad that I actually got emotional and cried. Thoughts and memories came back to me of Jeannette crying in the hospital bed and telling me her bones were aching. She had horrific pain and unlike no other. My days spent in bed this past week confirmed my decisions in my life. Yes, I love my family. My passion is my family. They were all concerned about me. Phones calls, food, cards, etc. They all came and showed me how much they love me. That is all I needed to get better and better. No materialistic things could have done that for me. No brand new things could have done that for me. NO, nothing but love from family.
I am now up and around. Cooking, cleaning and full of energy. That is something that was denied to my Jeannette. She never got a chance to get up off the hospital bed and walk out of the hospital and return home to her children that she adored. No, she died. On September 3, 2009. My beloved Jeannette went to heaven that day. I will never ever get over it. Missing her more today than yesterday..
During the days that I was laying in my bed covered up with heavy blankets due to chills, I glanced over at my dresser and there she was. In a frame of silver. She smiled at me with that gorgeous smile of hers. As if to say, "Ma, everything is going to be alright." Yes, it's a picture of Jeannette.
My bones ached so bad that I actually got emotional and cried. Thoughts and memories came back to me of Jeannette crying in the hospital bed and telling me her bones were aching. She had horrific pain and unlike no other. My days spent in bed this past week confirmed my decisions in my life. Yes, I love my family. My passion is my family. They were all concerned about me. Phones calls, food, cards, etc. They all came and showed me how much they love me. That is all I needed to get better and better. No materialistic things could have done that for me. No brand new things could have done that for me. NO, nothing but love from family.
I am now up and around. Cooking, cleaning and full of energy. That is something that was denied to my Jeannette. She never got a chance to get up off the hospital bed and walk out of the hospital and return home to her children that she adored. No, she died. On September 3, 2009. My beloved Jeannette went to heaven that day. I will never ever get over it. Missing her more today than yesterday..
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