Ruth Ayres invites us to share our celebrations from the week each Saturday. Thank you, Ruth, for reminding me to celebrate. Share yours at Ruth Ayres Writes.
This week was a very hard, long week after the sudden passing of my grandpa. However, there were many things to celebrate still.
1. Unexpected time with my family
Because of my crazy work schedule and work habits, I often miss get togethers. In addition, my parents divorce keeps me with my dad’s side of the family sometimes when my mom’s side is getting together. Therefore, I don’t go to all of the gatherings and miss many opportunities to see my mom’s side of the family. It was great to spend some time with them every day this week. It’s a nice reminder too that when push comes to shove – family is all that really matters.
2. Old stories
I love old stories and learning things about my grandparents, especially through the eyes of their kids (my mom, aunts, and uncles). I worked most of the week, but I still went to where the family was after work each night. On Wednesday night I headed to my aunt’s after a 14 hour workday (normal workday plus extra hours after work getting sub plans ready for the next 2 days). I was so exhausted, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave, because I didn’t want to miss any good stories. I laughed learning about my grandpa telling my aunt she should have put an egg white on her hurt ankle. She said she still wasn’t sure what he meant by this, but he was adamant that an egg white would have cured her.
3. Dear friends
My grandpa’s arrangements were all during the weekday, so I didn’t anticipate that any of my friends would be able to come. However, my friends sent their love in many forms- flowers, cards, texts, and a few even made the mass/celebration. This support meant more than they will ever know.
4. Packed house
The church was standing room only for my grandpa’s service. It was so amazing to see how much he meant to so many people.
My grandpa loved puzzles. A few years ago, I bought him a puzzle for Christmas. When I ordered it it said that it was a mystery puzzle. What I didn’t realize was this meant there was no picture to help the person putting it together.
My grandpa called when he was working on it and said, “It a bits (my nickname), no more puzzles. You better come over and help me with at least one piece.” I was surprised to see the puzzle framed and hanging in his living room. My mom brought it to me this week, so I could keep it. I still need to find the perfect spot for it, but it makes me smile when I look at it.