Print Friendly, PDF & Email

It had truly been an emotion-packed two weeks away from home.  First, the pure joy of meeting my beautiful new granddaughter and then the profound sadness of losing my precious sister.  Laughter and tears.  There were both tears and laughter at my sister’s homecoming service and the reunion of family I had not seen for quite some time.  My sister would have loved the laughter…

As I watched the plane’s descent into Portland from my window seat, I had been remembering everything and was trying hard to hold back the tears .  As the plane dropped down out of the bank of clouds above Portland late Saturday afternoon, I was greeted with an amazing sea of green.  The rainy season had begun while I was gone.  The  grass and trees were alive with a multitude of shades of my favorite color.  (It took a while to get used to the fact that in Summer here – the dry season – the grass is brown!) 

The macho logger tree farmer met me at the airport with smiles and a warm, sympathetic hug.  We stopped for dinner and then began the three hour drive home.  When we arrived home, it was dark but he needed to secure the goats in their new safe sleeping quarters.  The lights from the car were shining on to the goats’ area and I followed him into it.  It was still dark and I wasn’t familiar with the layout.  I missed one step and took a flying leap backwards…hitting my head hard against the step.  I grabbed on to the gate which is probably what saved me from breaking something.  I know now that I probably had/have  a mild concussion but was absolutely too tired to get back into the car for the long ride into town to the E.R.!   I spent all day Sunday lounging around in my pajamas and nursing a headache.  It’s better today but a slight headache continues.  This morning was MY first day to “let the goats out” into their pasture (since Jim leaves before sunrise) and I managed to do so without breaking my neck again!

My heart and head are filled with memories and I continue to have bouts of tears…I’m sure I will for a while.  I know that my sister is now pain free and joyful in Heaven.  I rejoice in that fact, but I still miss her.  My prayers now are especially for my sister’s husband, daughters and son and their families…

On Friday before I flew back to Oregon on Saturday morning, two of my nieces, my great-niece and I drove to Mississippi for the day to visit my precious sister Eunice and her sweet husband. She had cooked a delicious pot of Taco soup and served it with cheddar cheese, sour cream, chips and my favorite sweet tea. Maxine’s Moist Cake was the wonderful dessert. After lunch, we wandered out to the pasture to visit with Cherokee, their beautiful quarter horse. He ate a whole package of shredded carrots out of my hands! I wished I could take him back to Oregon with me. Enjoy the slideshow below of our day together…

 Photo:  my niece Sharon and me.  I forgot to check the setting on the camera and consequently the quality of the photo below isn’t the best, but it’s the only one of my niece Sharon and me together. We were about to leave for the drive to Mississippi for my sister’s homecoming service.    

4 Responses to Joy and sadness…

  • acornhollow says:

    so sorry for your loss but so glad you got ot see the new baby. I hope that you will carry many wonderful memories of your sister.
    Cathy

  • Sunny says:

    Beautiful phots…Beautiful memories. You’re in my prayers, hun. xxx

  • FlowerLady says:

    So sorry for the loss of your sister, but her homegoing gathering sounds like it was a good send off. You will see her again one day.

    How wonderful to have been able to see the new little addition to your family.

    Hope your headache will soon be gone.

    May you feel God’s loving presence surrounding you.

    FlowerLady

  • Angela says:

    I have been away so long. I am so sorry for your loss of your sweet sister. I know you will miss her tremendously. I am glad you were able to meet your new grandbaby, such a precious gift. You, your sister and the rest of your family are in my thoughts and prayers.

Pages…

Categories…

Archives…

My Other Blog…

My Southern Heart...the Stories blog is about my life growing up in the South in the fifties and sixties. It was an amazing time...a time of falling in love, getting married, having a family. A time of history in the making, political unrest, rock and roll. Come along on my life's journey. It's a chronological story, so be sure to start at the beginning. It will make a whole lot more sense that way. Check out: My Southern Heart...the Stories