I miss my grandparents. There’s not a day that goes by that I’m not thinking of them, sharing a story about them with Sam and the kids, and wishing that I could just drive over to their house and see them.
As you know, and as we’ve shared, we endured loss a few weeks ago. There’s also not a day that goes by where I’m not thinking of “what might have been” or how our family could be growing, and when I think about all of those things, the “what if’s,” the “why us,” and when my mind really wonders I fight back tears.
But in some strange way, some divine way, I think back to my grandparents and I’m comforted. I’m reminded of how tough, resilient, caring, and kind they were. I’m reminded of their smiles, and I know they would be so proud and supportive.
I relate to music when feeling down, when I need to work, and sometimes when I just need to clear my mind. I love “old” hymns.
One of my absolute favorites is “How Great Thou Art.”
I couldn’t listen (or sing) it for a long time because it was Granny Wilma’s favorite, and it was played at her funeral.
One of the most vivid memories I have of that moment is seeing my dad with tears rolling down his cheeks when my niece sang.
I long to hear this one played on piano, though.
I can’t help but think of my grandma (and grandpa) when I hear that song. I’m reminded of their walk in faith, as adults, as Christians, and I know that they would tell me to just keep believing and praying.
So a few days ago while online shopping I found something that brought tears to my eyes. I had to do a double take.
I found this.
Immediately I put this in my cart. While it has been a rough road since February 14, I know things will be easier. I know that deep down, my grandparents have been with me every step of the way.
So I bought a t-shirt. A small reminder of a beautiful hymn that connects me to wonderful people that are always in my heart.