Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Monday, September 26, 2011
Since my uncle lived in Georgia, the visitation was held in Georgia for those friends and family who lived nearby. The funeral and burial were held in Tennessee because a lot of the family is from Tennessee, he grew up in Tennessee, and he was buried with my grandparents (well right beside them) also in Tennessee. Most of my family took off Thursday and Friday to drive to Georgia for the funeral. It was a seven to eight hour drive, and I honestly don't have days off anymore. =/ I took them all to have my baby last year. So...Mr. C & I took off Friday to drive up to the Nashville area for the funeral. My sister took five hundred pics, and I am hoping to get a lot of those from her, and burn a CD. Until then, I thought I'd at least post (so I didn't get behind) something with a few phone pics I took.
After the funeral, we headed to my cousin Shelly's house for what turned out to be a celebration of my Uncle Johnny's life. It was kind of odd that we were so happy, and I'm not sure happy was the word. I know several people weren't happy. However, I do think that we enjoyed seeing family members we hadn't seen in ages and rejoicing in the fact that my uncle is in Heaven with Jesus. For my husband, it was the first time he met a whole, whole lot of people in my family. He was funny afterwards saying, "Now which one was..." about whoever I was talking about. It meant a lot to me to take him to the my mother's childhood town, and it meant a lot to see him meet my family.
My cousin Shelly posted some pictures from our Celebration of Uncle Johnny's life afterwards on facebook tonight. So I graciously stole a couple. I plan to steal some more pictures when I have time. I'm actually taking a small paper grading break to do these. I'll add some more later on.
Here's all the "original" cousins from my mom, my Uncle Barry, and my Uncle Johnny:
Bottom (LtoR): Keren, Rebecca Ann
Middle: Dale (my brother), me
Next to top: Jessica, Shelly
Top: Jennifer, Eddie
This pic is from before when we left (out of order--sorry!) as Mommy was trying to watch her Bible study the night before. I'm doing a Jean Stockdale study through Bellevue's MOMS group. I attended MOMS while I was a stay at home mom during my nine months off. I loved it so much, I am doing it with her in spirit and watching podcasts from home. Micah wanted to learn about Jesus, too.
On the way home, we stopped at a rest area mainly so Micah could get OUT. He'd been in a stroller or held for most of the weekend. The kid was ready to climb, crawl, and walk around. We had an enjoyable half hour or hour just watching precious play. And I snapped this picture. Oh, the cuteness is just too much!
My MOPS group meets on Sundays at our church, and I am in love with that. I basically don't miss all my mom stuff. That makes me so happy! I get to have fellowship with other moms, there is a month "moms night out", but I do miss the kids' day out stuff. Oh, well. At least I am not totally disconnected from other stay at home and working moms.
Of course, we showed up to church as a TORNADO SIREN was going off. Why, oh why, didn't I check the weather? Probably would have stayed home. So I had to get my little man out in the monsoon. It worked out ok, but the nursery workers were camped out in the middle hallway with lots and lots of small babies while we met in a random spot not too far from that to try to still have our MOPS meeting. Fun times! Then I headed home after MOPS in the monsoon b/c I was too tired to stay at church.
Hope you had a great weekend! Here's to TRYING to keep this site updated. It's a start.
Monday, September 19, 2011
My mind is a million miles away. Make that a million and one.
My precious, precious family who is in so much agony right now. My sweet Mama who has lost her brother. My sweet cousins who are grieving for their father. My aunt grieving for her best friend. The grandbabies who will miss their grandfather. Y'all, it just breaks my heart.
Instead, I started trying to think of silly things I remember about Uncle Johnny. Random memories from the inner recesses of my mind. How is it that childhood is so hard to remember all of a sudden? I'm only thirty-something, for goodness sake.
Anyway, this memory popped in my head. Uncle Johnny lost a part of his finger while he was fixing a lawnmower years and years ago. I remember my "baby" sister being very, very small. We were at my Granny's house having been greeted by her typical, "Howdee-doo! Gimme sum shu-gar!" earlier that evening. (You must understand I am from Tennessee. I have a very southern family. And proud of it, by the way.)
I remember Uncle Johnny watching my sister sucking her finger. He leaned over and said, "Keren, you see this?" (Picture him pointing to his half gone finger.) Her eyes big as anything nodded at him. "This is what happens when you suck your finger. I sucked mine so much, I sucked it clear off. See? You better stop sucking your finger!!" I'll never forget her face. Her eyes got even bigger around, and I'm not sure how much longer she sucked on her finger.
Sunday, September 18, 2011
This morning my Uncle Johnny passed away suddenly after complications from his diabetes. I've been in a bit of a state of shock all morning thinking so many things. I don't really think I've wrapped my mind around it. This is my mom's brother, but for the sake of the blog record for Micah I thought I'd tell the "real" story behind her "brothers."
When my mom (your grandmother KayKay, Micah) was very little, her mom suddenly became ill with liver cancer and passed away extremely quickly. Your KayKay was ten at the time, and her daddy (your great granddaddy John Roy) was very sick. So my mommy (your KayKay) and grandfather moved to Tennessee from Georgia to live with my grandmother's sister and brother-in-law. Basically, KayKay moved in with her aunt and uncle. KayKay's Aunt Bessie had two sons, Johnny & Barry. One son was older than KayKay, and one son was younger than KayKay. KayKay was raised with Johnny & Barry, her first cousins, who are in essence her brothers although she has no biological brothers. A few years later my "real" grandfather (John Roy) died, so my mom grew up with her aunt and uncle as her guardians. They became my "grandparents", and I was raised calling them Granny & Granddaddy.
Well, the oldest of the three children, my Uncle Johnny, was the one who passed away this morning in Georgia. And although family can be spread all over the world, they are still your family. You still love them no matter what happens or how long it has been since you've seen them last. And I know that my mom is especially hurting this morning as are my cousins who have lost their daddy. In fact, my aunt is now in the hospital with chest pains induced from the shock and stress of this event.
In the end, we really don't have much of a choice. The Lord takes us home when He says so. I'm just thankful to know that Uncle Johnny went to be with Jesus today. That is some comfort, but it is still extremely painful for my family.
At some point this week, we'll be traveling for the funeral. I've cried a lot this morning. Memories flood back from my childhood and all the crazy fun things my uncle used to say and do to us. I mean, do with us. =)
But I'm sad. Just plain sad. My heart is heavy for my family. Death is just a hard thing to deal with, and it is hard to see some phases of life end so abruptly. At any rate, we'd really appreciate your prayers for our family this week as we deal with this event.