Thankfulness Day 29
|A family photo circa 1998 or 1999. I think this is probably "take 15" of the photo, so we aren't smiling that big! :) |
(l-r: Michael, Dad, Grandpa, Mom, Grandma, Timmy, Jenni, Me)
My parents moved into my grandma's house when my sister moved out to Washington. My sister had diligently taken care of my grandma for a while, and so it was just natural for my parents to take over full time, as my grandma was progressing in her Alzheimer's. My dad took her to many doctor's appointments and took over her finances. He has been her main "handy-man" since my grandpa's death seven years ago, taking care of things my grandpa would have. Now everything seems to rest on my parent's shoulders. My grandma's house---from what to do with all her belongings to actually figuring out what to do with her home. Her finances---from her Social Security checks being stopped to her newspaper being cancelled. All while in the process of grieving. My dad said last night that it will be weird. He has no family left (of course he has us, but we know what he meant) and the house will be empty. It is weird. I stood in the empty house last night as everyone went outside when we were leaving. We will no longer get to hear the sound of the Angel game on the TV. No soft pitter-patter of my grandma using her walker to get around the house. I won't hear my grandma coming into the kitchen asking for cookies. Or those sounds from long ago that I remember...the dripping of the coffee pot every morning, the timer for dinner every evening, the creaking of my grandparent's Lazy-Boys as they put the footrests up, or the shushing if we ran through the house too loud. As I stood in the empty house, the quiet grew loud. With a heavy sigh and a heavy heart, I joined the others outside.
Earlier in the evening, my mom asked me to help her get together my grandma's clothes for her burial. It was hard for both of us. We wept in my grandma's walk-in closet as we reminisced over her favorite shirts...all the same, just in different colors, and the dress my grandma looked so pretty in that she wore to Michael's wedding. I was glad I was able to help my mom with that.
Even though this was and is an extremely hard thing to go through, I have been blessed to see how my parents cared for my grandma in her last days, last hours, and even after her passing. I am thankful for my parents and the diligence, patience, love, and endurance Christ gave them in such a difficult time. His grace is truly sufficient.