Monday, December 22, 2008

My cup runneth over...

So, last week I went to a celebration. It was for someone that I could never imagine this world without. It was for my Granny. She went to heaven last Sunday. She made it clear she didn't want a funeral, but she wanted a celebration. Good grief, Granny. So typical. She was one of a kind. Life was a party for Granny.

When I was little every thing I did with her somehow turned into fun. She made it that way for me. I would ride with her to go run errands and she would make the car swerve when there was a good song on the radio. "The car is dancing!" she would say. I thought it was hilarious. Looking back I realize, she could have been serious and just toted me around with her thinking only of the task at hand and payed no concern with my entertainment level. She didn't though. When I would stay with her, she would let me have chocolate ice cream for breakfast. Who can make breakfast fun without the toaster strudel? Granny could. I could go on and on about my childhood...many a good memory. Club crackers, tetris on her computer, donut holes, swimming in the river, her fur coat, her making me practice the piano...sigh..oh Granny.

In recent years, I will never be able to forget her at our family weddings. Granny was social and loved any reason to eat, drink and be merry. Always the first on the dance floor with chardonnay in hand. I swear she had more energy than I did. You know the Macarena? Well, so did Granny. My gosh, she was fun. But fun, was only a sliver of who she was. She was so much more. Healthy, active, sharp, until the end. I could dedicate an entire blog to my Granny and have daily posts and not run out for a long long time, so I'll stop my praises of her.

Something unexpected happened in the midst of being sad that she wasn't here. I was sublimely happy that I knew her. That her life touched mine, that her son is my Daddy. I'm grateful for every positive or negative word that I heard her say. Granny wasn't perfect. She didn't expect anyone else to be perfect either. Every time I think of her I can't stop thanking God that I knew her. I have more than I'll ever need because of what my Granny gave to me; which was simply an honest portrait of her life. That's the kind of thing is far more valuable than all the gold, silver and inheritance in the world. So, in this time of our depressed economy and bleak financial outlook; take heart, because the true treasures in life cannot be bought at a store or measured in stock options.

From Hope Floats...

Bernice: I love you, Grandma.
Grandma: Oh honey. My cup runneth over.

From God or actually David I think...

Psalm 23: 4-5
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.

Thank you God for being with me, comforting me and answering my prayers and Granny's prayers. My cup runneth over...

1 comment:

Jamie said...

I don't know why, but I just read this blog and started to tear up. It was a happy blog, why the tears, Judd! Even though they were funny, you wrote beautiful words about your Granny. I am sure she was a wonderful lady :)

Love you Alexis. Keep up the good work! Merry Christmas.