Grandpa passed away. In my mind I kept wanting to make it later this year for some reason. I still miss him every day. I still cannot go into a Fred Meyer's this time of year with the Easter decorations out and not feel short of breath and anxiety. We made so many trips to Fred Meyer's when we were taking care of Grandpa. It doesn't get easier it just is different than it was. There are still times when the grief paralizes me and I just cry. We love you and miss you Grandpa. You can read about our last day with Grandpa here.
I was driving to get groceries on Thursday while Natalie was at school and trying to hurry. I was switching radio stations as I drove looking for music because it was that dreaded time of the hour where all that's on is commercials. I got to a country station and at last music. I thought to myself I wonder if that new song that Mom was talking about by Carrie Underwood will be on, and then like magic it was. I was warned by Mom that it was good but sad.
As I listened to the lyrics I kept driving and I was okay until the final verse then I just started crying while I was driving, because sometimes the grief just hits you like that and all it takes is a song to just bring you to your knees and the tears fall. Don't worry no children were in the car to be put in danger and I made it to the store fine. In case you haven't heard the song here's the lyrics and the video so you can listen also, and the name is "Temporary Home" a beautiful song.
Little boy, 6 years old A little too used to bein' alone Another new mom and dad,another school Another house that'll never be home When people ask him how he likes this place He looks up and says with a smile upon his face
"This is my temporary home It's not where I belong Windows and rooms that I'm passin' through This is just a stop, on the way to where I'm going I'm not afraid because I know this is my Temporary Home."
Young mom on her own She needs a little help got nowhere to go She's lookin' for a job, lookin' for a way out Because a half-way house will never be a home At night she whispers to her baby girl Someday we'll find a place here in this world
"This is our temporary home It's not where we belong Windows and rooms that we're passin' through This is just a stop, on the way to where we're going I'm not afraid because I know this is our Temporary Home.
Old man, hospital bed The room is filled with people he loves And he whispers don't cry for me I'll see you all someday He looks up and says "I can see God's face."
"This is my temporary Home It's not where I belong Windows and rooms that I'm passin' through This was just a stop,on the way To where I'm going I'm not afraid because I know this was My temporary home."
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