What A Day!
Life just keeps on happening. I thought I would be so depressed today, but I am not and I think it is because I dealt with stuff today as it happened and also received the affirmation I wanted.
Today I attended the funeral of my friend Margie. Her last word was 'peace'. This was good to know, but then I knew Margie would work through her eminet death and accept it because she was a woman with strong faith and she trusted God even though he was taking her away from raising her 7 year old son. I took my daughter so she could say Hi to Christopher, Margie's son. Our kids had play dates together and Christopher came to Christiana's birthday party last year. Margie was a stay at home mom and she helped at the school a lot. I met her when both of our kids were being tested for kindergarten almost two years ago. She approached me and was so easy to talk to. I was still taking lots of valium back then and I did not want to reach out to anyone. But Margie was so nice and non-judgmental. It was easy to like her. Margie died exactly one year after my husbands' dad died - to the day. They are buried at cemetery's that are only separated by a road, so it will be easy to visit her and him at the same time. I know Margie came with a message that she never had to speak to anyone. At least she did not have to speak it to me. It is the message that even if God calls you home your kids are going to be OK. God is in control. His ways are not our ways. His mind is not our mind. We can not understand or see why things happen the way they do, but God always has our best interests in mind and we need to trust that. Margie was the picture of health. She had a beautiful smile, she was slim, she went to the gym, took good care of herself and her family. Did not engage in reckless behavior. Loved God. And she died early. So no matter what, you can not avoid your time to die. We do so many things to make ourselves think we are in control of our lives, but we are not the ones who are ultimately in control. I will never forget Margie. I will never forget Curtis. Both of these friends died with 7 year old sons. My daughter is 7 and my son is 9. I get to spend the summer with them. I am blessed. I may be broker than ever, but I am blessed as a mother. I need to remember that. Margie helps me to remember that I am loved. I forget that all the time. It was a beautiful 75 degree day here in Portland, Oregon. It couldn't have been a nicer spring day as we stood around her beautiful pink casket with roses on it. Realizing that Margie had just gone through the toughest 4 weeks of her life. Being told she was going to die and there wasn't a thing she could do to stop it. The turmoil and pain she had to endure knowing she was leaving behind her son who would always bear the scare of losing his mom at age 7. Knowing that there wasn't enough time to get everything done she wanted before she left. And having to come to peace before her last breath. She made it through and her life touched me. I am thankful for that.
God Bless You Blog Freaks - May you know peace in your lives - Lisa
Today I attended the funeral of my friend Margie. Her last word was 'peace'. This was good to know, but then I knew Margie would work through her eminet death and accept it because she was a woman with strong faith and she trusted God even though he was taking her away from raising her 7 year old son. I took my daughter so she could say Hi to Christopher, Margie's son. Our kids had play dates together and Christopher came to Christiana's birthday party last year. Margie was a stay at home mom and she helped at the school a lot. I met her when both of our kids were being tested for kindergarten almost two years ago. She approached me and was so easy to talk to. I was still taking lots of valium back then and I did not want to reach out to anyone. But Margie was so nice and non-judgmental. It was easy to like her. Margie died exactly one year after my husbands' dad died - to the day. They are buried at cemetery's that are only separated by a road, so it will be easy to visit her and him at the same time. I know Margie came with a message that she never had to speak to anyone. At least she did not have to speak it to me. It is the message that even if God calls you home your kids are going to be OK. God is in control. His ways are not our ways. His mind is not our mind. We can not understand or see why things happen the way they do, but God always has our best interests in mind and we need to trust that. Margie was the picture of health. She had a beautiful smile, she was slim, she went to the gym, took good care of herself and her family. Did not engage in reckless behavior. Loved God. And she died early. So no matter what, you can not avoid your time to die. We do so many things to make ourselves think we are in control of our lives, but we are not the ones who are ultimately in control. I will never forget Margie. I will never forget Curtis. Both of these friends died with 7 year old sons. My daughter is 7 and my son is 9. I get to spend the summer with them. I am blessed. I may be broker than ever, but I am blessed as a mother. I need to remember that. Margie helps me to remember that I am loved. I forget that all the time. It was a beautiful 75 degree day here in Portland, Oregon. It couldn't have been a nicer spring day as we stood around her beautiful pink casket with roses on it. Realizing that Margie had just gone through the toughest 4 weeks of her life. Being told she was going to die and there wasn't a thing she could do to stop it. The turmoil and pain she had to endure knowing she was leaving behind her son who would always bear the scare of losing his mom at age 7. Knowing that there wasn't enough time to get everything done she wanted before she left. And having to come to peace before her last breath. She made it through and her life touched me. I am thankful for that.
God Bless You Blog Freaks - May you know peace in your lives - Lisa
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