Let me remember...

When I'm really old and greyer than I am now, let me remember:
Grand-girls wanting to spend the night with Gramma & Papa. Their listening to my silly songs and stories. Their wanting to help me bake or cook and making a wonderful watery mess as they did the dishes. Giggles from no where and for no reason. Their sharing their hearts with me and telling me I'm the best Gramma in the world. Telling them "I love you more" in sign language. Watching them sleep, safe and sound in their room in our home and praying for God to keep them that way. The three of us snuggling on the couch to watch HGTV or Animal Planet. Listening to Erica read to me and being amazed at the intelligence of all our grand-girls. (Make them truly intelligent in what matters for eternity Lord).

Let me remember all this and more and if I get to the place I can't remember much at all, let me remember that I loved and was loved by those who mean the most to me.
Thank You Lord for Jake, Miss Cheeks, Little Pie. Scooter & Miss Beasley.

Sam is gone...

Our Sam was put to sleep this afternoon. Bless this big puppy dog’s heart, he did his best to keep going, even when his legs gave way and he had to drag himself into the living room. Shawn said Sam fought the shots the vet had to give him. I wanted to be there, but after hearing this, I don’t think I could have dealt with it. I would have been yelling for the vet to stop … leave him alone, he wants to live .. I want him to live just a while longer, please! My imagination runs rampant anyway. Seeing things only makes it worse. I loved this dog so much. I love them all.

Stef & Erica said their good-byes with Fred and then came here until it was over. Fred said Stef cried for 30 minutes as he sat next to her, cradling her with his arm. I imagine he cried right along with her. He was dealing with a near panic attack by the time I got home from Mom’s. If it wasn’t for me taking Uncle to his doctor’s appt. I would have been here, at least for the girls.

Brian brought his Explorer & he and Shawn took Sam for cremation. Oh God. It hurts to see our animals suffer. It hurts like heck to have to put them to sleep. But thank You for letting me love these dogs, walk these dogs, feed these dogs, talk to these dogs all these years. May we please have them with us for all eternity, when You create the new heavens and the new earth, let them be there. Please.

Sam had many nick-names: Hamson; Hammy Sam; Horton to name a few. Jane would "talk" for them and her words fit Sam’s & Buster’s personalities perfectly. How we’ll miss you Sam…wait and watch for me, for us. I’ll sure as heck be looking for you and Casey and Brit.

Let him run Lord … run like the wind … no pain, no stiffness, no dragging his legs. Let him run.

Unexpected

It's early Wed. morning and my hemotologist called a bit earlier. Seems my platelets are in the normal range but hemoglobin isn't. I'll see the Dr. tomorrow & get a script for phlebotomy. I did not expect this, haven't had to have this done in a few months but isn't much of life dealing with the unexpected? As my son told me a few weeks ago: Life is 10% what you're given and 90% how you handle it. Help me handle this Father to Your glory.

When I got home from Mom's yesterday it was to find my dear hubby had cut down a small tree in the back yard - he should NOT be doing things like that. We worked a few minutes doing some clean up and then I put a stop to it. Told him I would bundle it, but he wasn't using the chipper/shreader any longer, too much exertion for him. For me to tell him this was unexpected on his part, but that's life. Until his heart condition is under control there is no way he can do work like that.
Help us Father deal with the unexpected that comes our way.