Today I’m sharing a story about a beautiful sign I received after the death of a loved one. Her sign inspired me to move past the darkness of my grief and into the light.
There are times when I don’t feel like blogging. Whether its the chaos of motherhood wearing me down, or the desire to focus on a current event, there is always a reason. This week I’ve had trouble finding words to describe a funk I’m in. Between the hectic arrival of my parents last week after they missed their initial flight to Georgia, my Dad’s sudden desire to go home to prepare the house for the big Blizzard, and the passing of my husband’s sweet Mawmaw, I’m feeling drained.
Losing a grandparent is never easy, especially when she was someone who spent a lot of time helping to raise you as it was in Brandon’s case.
Even though Brandon and I have collectively survived the deaths of seven Grandparents over the last 13 years, this was the first time we could be with one another at a funeral. I feel very fortunate to have known Mawmaw since I was 18. Brandon proudly introduced me to her on my first visit to his hometown back in 2004. I remember Brandon telling me she might not talk to me much, only to be shocked at how long we chatted. We still laugh at how she told me I looked just like Chelsea Clinton… which was not my favorite compliment, but I loved her honesty because I sort of did resemble the former President’s daughter.
I’ve spent hours sitting with her talking about life, listening to stories about Brandon as a little boy, and hearing tales of her own past. A trip to Tennessee was never complete without one of her famous breakfasts or a few hours spent in the living room together, so much that I told her I felt like she was my pseudo Grandma after I moved away from home. Annabelle loved visiting Brandon’s grandparents house because she can play with her Daddy’s old toys and run through their big beautiful garden and Ailey had only just begun spending time with her great Grandma.
I will miss so many things about Mawmaw.
But her energy, blunt honesty, and spunk will always remain my favorite traits. When I was leaving her house the day after she passed I tried to capture a photo of the beautiful sky. If you’re a believer in signs from loved ones that have passed away, then check out the orb in the photo below.
What do you think? I think Mawmaw was telling me she is doing just fine in heaven reunited with her sweet sisters.