Monday, February 21, 2011

Memories of Granddad (Part 2, from my journal)


















Nov 23rd, 2010: Tuesday. (Thursday is Thanksgiving!!) Granddad is dying. I knew this was coming but it is all happening so fast. I’m crying as if he has already left to be with God in Heaven. My eyes are burning from my hot tears. Yesterday was his last walk on the street. Now he can barely stand and his limbs are withered and blistered. He still talks and smiles and tells me that he wants to get up and go outside. He asked me to pick him up and help him outside and I said, “I’m not strong enough. I can’t carry you Granddad
.” And he laughed, truly laughed. How could Granddad laugh and smile when he is so uncomfortable in his dying body? God, thank you for Granddad and giving him Your Joy and Strength as he dies. I miss Granddad so much. I must remember that he is still here. Deborah, he hasn’t left yet. But then I want him to be free of his suffering. Oh, God help me through this. I feel that I am sinking into turmoil and confusion. Shine Your Light through this darkness. I need to hold onto something, but I have no strength. God hold me tight. I need you. …”

Nov. 24th, 2010: “Wednesday. (Tomorrow is Thanksgiving!) I just talked to Granddad and he kept on saying that he loves me!! He even gave me a kiss and a hug. He is so adorable and sweet. I asked if he wanted some salty cashew nuts and he (with his hands lying on his belly) nodded his head looking like a little eager boy with his eyes wide open in expectation. I’m so thankful that he sometimes has a sudden little appetite for things (mainly ice cream and cookies saying “Now do I ever turn that down?”and he even sometimes pants like a dog eager for his treat…My funny, playful Granddad!). But mainly he has no desire to eat (only drinks some water, orange juice, or milkshake). Speaking of food, Mom was cooking for Thanksgiving tomorrow, making a lot of racket in the kitchen and Granddad called her over. He asked “What are you doing?” She said, “I’m cooking.” And he said, “Do you know how to cook legs?” He looked down at his withered, blistering, and nearly useless legs and said, “I don’t know what to do with them. Maybe you could just cut them off.” Although this is a bit graphic, it shows that Granddad comprehends his situation and still lightheartedly makes humor out of it. Also, when I just talked to him he said “I am falling apart. I’m just falling apart.” I didn’t know what to say except “God is with you. He’ll hold you together.” So I said it and Granddad said “Yes. Thank You.” Oh, Granddad, if only we could go back in time and enjoy your company before your body and brain started shutting down from cancer and dementia. I want to walk with you around Cahaba Lake again as you used to do every day, saying with pride “Yep. I walk a mile every day.” And it was true. You are so strong and determined. I miss you pointing out a beaver splash, or the little Didapper duck in the pond/lake, and stopping to gaze at a blue herron/crane that would fly by. You always told me the names of the birds we’d see. You are so smart. When we’d stop at the bench halfway around the lake you’d sing your favorite tune:

“Oh a thousand legged worm, oh he began to squirm, ‘Has anybody seen a leg of mine? If it can’t be found I’ll have to hop around on the other 999!”

Or your limericks: A wonderful bird is the pelican. His beak can hold more than his belly can. He can hold in his beak enough food for a week. But I don’t know how in the heck he can. (Granddad always said the other (bad) word, but told me to use this one because I’m a girl.)

Or: There was a young lady from Natchez, whose clothes were all torn and in patches. When asked by her beaus as to the state of her clothes, she replied “When I itches I scratches.”

Or: “Mammies little baby loves shortenin, shortenin, Mammies little baby loves shortenin bread.”

You even whistled too! You are a great whistler and singer. “Rosalie my darling, Rosalie my dear”…(He told us that a long time ago he dressed up like a big lady and sang in a very high voice that song.)

Going back to Cahaba Lake…Granddad, I miss looking over the bridge at the turtles and fish with you and feeling the mist on our faces while we picked out a rainbow in the huge water fountain puffing water to the sky. You always said you would live to 106. But I believe now you would rather leave this world of pain and death and sorrow and be in the unfathomable joy and beauty of God’s Presence in Heaven.

If Granddad lives through Thanksgiving tomorrow, we are going to set up a Christmas tree so that he can have something pretty to look at. They put a hospital bed in the sun room for him to be in while we eat Thanksgiving Dinner. (Oh God, please make these last moments and holiday we have with Granddad not filled with despair and hopelessness and death and fear of death. Death is scary because it is mysterious and unknown, kind of creepy and it is here because of sin. But even if we don’t understand all about it, You do. You are in control You will take care of all ..We just need to give this to You, put Granddad’s death in Your hands. Granddad is not truly dying. He is simply leaving his body and this world of death to life, true life, without adversities and sorrow. He is going to his true home. We shall all be there one day…”

Nov. 25th,2010: “Thanksgiving Day! Granddad is still with us :) . I hope he will survive the day and see the Christmas tree which we should put up soon. I walked outside on the balcony this morning and sunbeams were shining on the wet dewy grass, making jewels and sparkles of the water droplets. The tree by our balcony buzzed and hummed with bees as they greedily buried themselves in the pink and white flowers searching for pollen. I couldn’t help but smile. The Beauty of Nature! God, thank you for this day! I’m so excited to see what it holds for me and my family. Whatever happens, please make us strong and help us recover closer to each other and to You because of it. Happy Thanksgiving my Father!...”

Nov. 25th-8:00pm “We just got back from watching the Princess movie “Tangled” about Repunzel. Dad took Mom, Katie and I! We loved it! Even Dad said (after he said he had a nice nap!...how could he!) that it was pretty good! He even laughed some and people clapped at the end. Mom said that for a few minutes she could be free and not think about taking care of Granddad. It was a nice, refreshing, and fun outing. Thanks Dad, for paying $41 for us girls to watch a 3D Princess movie! You are a sweetheart…

Granddad survived the day! Dad said its cool that he is now bringing the family together. Its true because normally our cousins and Uncles and Aunts would not have visited so often or stayed so long today if it weren’t for Granddad nearing death. (God, I did pray that this would bring us closer to You and each other and You have already answered it…so soon and even before I asked You were at work bringing us together. Thanks my Father and Lord :) We put up a Christmas tree (Uncle Ken and Aunt Judy and I went to the storage room to find ornaments.) I hope Granddad will have PEACE and stop being anxious (although I don’t blame him b/c I’m sure if I was dying I would be going CRAZY! Running around (if not literally, at least in my mind) trying to do, I don’t know what, before I left the Earth.) God, give him so much Peace that he will just feel Your Presence and relax and smile. He’s going to be with You and all his loved ones in Heaven! He will meet Bible characters and tons of other cool people! I’m so happy for you Granddad, but I will miss you as you used to be before you began to go downhill. Yet you truly have stood like a soldier. When you get something in your mind you don’t give it up no matter how hard the struggle is. I Love You, my Hero (Mr. Lieutenant Lee B. Lloyd the most wonderful Father, Husband, Granddaddy and loving friend).

Granddad has changed drastically in his mind and body. Dad said that it is like there is a void where his Daddy used to fill. Granddad has moved from an independent man who can make decisions to almost a baby who must be cared for constantly. He (Granddad) has lost his dignity. I feel sorry for him. It is heart-wrenching and it hits me hard, thinking of how mortality latches onto us. We can try to run, but old age and death always catches up. At least one day, after death overtakes us, we will be free of it forever! I can’t imagine how long forever is. Unfathomable, eternity is a wonderful word. Anyways, this has been one of the best Thanksgivings. (Mom, Dad and I walked around Cahaba Lake to escape for awhile…what a beautiful pink and blue sunset!) Thank You for this Day. Continue, God, to Work Your perfect plan in each and every second of our lives.

9:00pm – We think Granddad had a stroke. He is twitching, his left hand is curled up, and he seems to be dreaming and twitching and trying to move in his dream. We hold his hands and Katie and I rubbed his head. He just stood up, he won’t relax, and now we are trying to help him sit back down and rest. He said confusing stuff but one thing…he said this with deep emotion and urgency, was “Promise us…Promise not to drink whiskey.” And then lifting his hand he said “Freedom Wages.” Only God knows what that means or if it had a reason at all. God, please just let Granddad know without a doubt that you’ve got him safely in Your arms. That You love him and will carry him safely to Yourself. Don’t let him struggle. But let him sense with his whole being Your presence, Your love, Your peace. He needs You. We all need You. Come and fill this house and our hearts….”

“In the midst of his anxiousness, Granddad looked over at me with his eyes opened wide and I smiled (hopefully a sweet smile) trying to show him I loved him and everything was alright because he is in God’s hands. I looked deep into his eyes and his face softened. He smiled back a brief but loving smile. Granddad, you smiled in the midst of all of your uncomfortableness and suffering. What strength and bravery you have. (God, hold him tight and draw him closer and closer to Yourself.) Good night Granddad, I pray that you rest in Peace and have the sweetest dreams this Thanksgiving night. Comfort.”

Nov. 26th, 2010 (Friday) – “Granddad is wound up tight. He fights and struggles against the people trying to help him. He refuses to sit down in his chair for a long period of time and relax. Last night Dad had only 1 hour of sleep b/c he was continually hearing Granddad holler and grunt and had to repeatedly help Granddad out of and into his chair. Granddad is not at ease. He is all wired. Maybe he feels death taking a hold of him and his soldier instincts from WWII are kicking in. He is a fighter and won’t give in. Not that I want him to give in to death but I just want him to do what’s best for him and that is not refusing to take medicine and put on his robe or falling on the floor b/c he tries to get out of his chair over and over again. I want him to be at peace. To just sit and realize that this is just another trial (hopefully the last) in his life and that no matter how horrible it is, God is right beside him. Granddad, you are not alone. You don’t have to fight this alone. God has conquered death and experienced it. God knows what it’s like. He’ll guide you through safely. Just trust. God loves you. He will never leave you nor forsake you. Father, please reassure Granddad of Your Presence. Touch his trembling heart and let your warmth and Peace wash over him…”

“Everyone is exhausted (especially Dad, Mom, Uncle Tommy (he is helping with Granddad) and Granddad for he has not had a restful, refreshing deep sleep for who knows how long: Granddad has not truly slept in about 48 hours, constantly in turmoil and uncomfortable. We all need your supernatural strength, Lord. Please give us peace and rest. Wow! Sleep truly is a blessing! How wonderful it is and how necessary. We need your comfort. We need to lean on You. Will You hold us up?”

7:00pm Friday night, 11-26-10: “An ambulance just came with its flashing red lights shining beams through the windows of our house and lighting up our faces. It left with Granddad, escorting him to the hospital with sirens hollering. Dad said, “After all of this taking care of him at home, Dad still had to go to the hospital.” Dad is finally going to try to sleep now that Granddad has been taken off of his shoulders and is in other’s hands.

It’s almost like we failed to keep him home and at peace where he wanted to be. He always said that he wanted to go peacefully and in his sleep. But, Granddad’s agitation was too great. His body was stock-full with medicine that was doing the opposite of relaxing him. Granddad is very unhappy and in turmoil right now. He was taken to the hospital so that they can sedate him and try to relieve him of his anxiety. I saw him lying in the rolling bed being pulled out the door. He looked distressed. I wonder if he shall ever come back to this house that he has lived in for so many years. Oh, Granddad, I wish you could just go peacefully and find Home, your true Home with Jesus. There is still hope for peace yet. I pray you will relax at the hospital for you were uncontrollably anxious here. Granddad barely ever closed his eyes last night. He was constantly trying to move and go somewhere…not relaxed or content. Today his slurred speech was heard every few minutes (or seconds). He kept on saying things, (in a loud voice sometimes or very softly) but most was not understandable. Except when Uncle Jay came and Granddad surfaced from his illusions for a moment and said, “Hey Boy! How are you?”

(God, please put Granddad at ease.) Oh, Granddad, I feel as if you have been wrenched from me. Your cancer, dementia, possible stroke, morphine (pain reliever…addictive drug), and other medications have transformed you into someone else. It thrills me when your true self surfaces at times. (Clearly by God’s Grace). But now this complete physical separation as you are taken to the hospital away from me. (I can’t even look at you or give you a hug and smile and tell you “I love you” anymore. You are miles away being sedated.) I miss you my Granddady. Please don’t wrestle and fight things anymore. Just fly to Jesus. He will comfort you. He is your refuge. He won’t let death harm you. Death will only relieve you of harmful life on this earth. Once you pass the valley of the shadow of death you will be in Paradise forever! Never have to suffer again. Only if we could all go together hand in hand, my whole family, never have to miss a loved one because we were never separated. But losing someone can also strengthen our relationship with God if we turn to Him for comfort. “And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to His purpose (Rom 8:29)”…..”I will call her ‘My loved one’. The one who trusts in Him will never be put to shame.”

Saturday, Nov 27th, 2010: Morning…the most beautiful day ever. It is rather chilly, but the sun brightens even the coldest day. Clear blue skies, Golden sun rays making sparkling dew and shining leaves, and glistening water droplets on the flowers of the camellia tree beside our balcony. I soaked in some morning sun and inhaled the fresh morning air. Now I’m ready for today. God help me to finish all of the things I need to get done…especially school. Make me fast. Thanks for another Day. Continue to comfort Granddad and all of us as we deal with death and mortality.

Monday, Nov 29th, 2010: Granddad is Home. He is free forever of this world of sin and pain and death. He is with his Savior and his true love Mrs. Annette Lloyd. Mom told us of the moment when his soul left his body. Uncle David, Uncle Tommy and Uncle Jay (3 of the 5 children, not Dad or Aunt Judy) gathered around Granddad’s bed at the hospital to pray. Uncle Jay was the last one to lift Granddad up in prayer and he asked God to allow Granddad to be released from his body that wasn’t serving him anymore and make the transition easy for him. That Granddad would go peacefully from his body and into Heaven. After Uncle Jay finished praying, Granddad breathed in a deep sigh and exhaled his last breath. Three tears trickled from his eyes and he was gone, free of his dead body. Granddad had been in the hospital since Friday (4 days) and the morphine (given to him through shots) had helped him to calm down and stop flailing his limbs around…gave him drugged sleep. He could not swallow, or talk, or see anymore. Basically completely unresponsive. But I hope that he heard the prayer. God answered Uncle Jay’s prayer so fast. Granddad knew that he had fought death as long as he could and now God was calling him to Himself. So he relaxed and sighed his last breath. “Oh, Granddad I pray that those were tears of joy on your cheeks.” I don’t know what to do! I feel so torn. One side of me is rejoicing that Granddad is free of misery and being united with God and his Annette. I’m even a little jealous that he is experiencing Heaven. I want to be free too! But I’m also overwhelmed with a sense of loss and emptiness. I can never walk with Granddad again with Kitty, our golden retriever, frolicking and sniffing and circling us, so excited to “go walk walk!” I can never feel his arms around me and his kiss on my forehead while he whispers, “Missy Pretty”…”I love you”…”I’m so blessed to have you in my house, Miss Sweety Pie.” I want to give him a hug and kiss so badly. I can never tell him “Good Morning, I love you Granddad.” And see his blue eyes light up with a smile. I’ll miss his white hair flapping in the wind (he would grow it long and part it over his bald spot but when the wind blew a long lock of hair would blow out from his head…it made me giggle inside) Me and him shared somethin’ special. He was so proud of his new shoes, crocks, and when I wore mine he was thrilled that we were both wearing the same shoes. When we’d go for a walk he’d always offer to give me one of his canes and we’d pick out which one was best. (I think I only used a cane once…just to make him happy) He was so generous and wanted to help or share things…not selfish.

I still can’t really believe he is gone. I can’t get used to the fact. It’s just too different. Mom said she can hardly look at the house knowing Granddad is not in it. It feels so empty. She was fixing a grocery list today and thinking of what food Granddad would like and a good supper to fix him, But then remembered that he was no longer here to provide for. I feel she will take it the hardest because Granddad has been in her constant thoughts for so long. When he left to the hospital, she couldn’t sleep well b/c every little noise she thought was Granddad moving around or tapping his cane on the floor. (God, Mom feels so empty without Granddad here. Please fill her with Your peace and joy. Help her to deal with this drastic change in her life. She has cared for Granddad for nearly two years as we’ve lived with him. This is so different to have him gone and no longer need caring. Help her Lord. Comfort her and Daddy as well. I can’t imagine losing my Dad. Be with all of us, pull us closer to Yourself. We need Your comfort. Help us deal with the loss of our dear Granddaddy and Dad) My eyes keep on fogging up with tears but no drop has trickled down my cheek. I ache inside and want to scream or run far away. But I can’t escape. Why this turmoil? Granddad is finally Home…but death is so hard…”

“Granddad was and is still so dear to me. I still remember how he would always tell me, “You are going to be a heartbreaker when you grow up.” I guess that he meant that a lot of boys would like me and I’d have to break their hearts because I couldn’t like all of them back…or something like that. I don’t want to break anyone’s heart or cause anyone pain, but I must wait for my true and perfect-fit husband that was made for me. Hopefully, no boys will come calling or chasing after me or fall in love with me because I don’t know if I’d have the strength and guts to turn them down. I pray that my future husband (if I’m to get married) will stand out. That in God’s perfect timing I would know without a doubt that he is the one that I will spend the rest of my life with: my true love. Anyways, I thought that Granddad was very kind to say that. He said it a bunch and when he did, it always gave me a warm fuzzy feeling inside to think that Granddad believed that boys would want me to be their sweetheart.

All of my family members that have facebooks wrote this today: “In memory of Lee B. Lloyd, WWII veteran, my hero, grandfather and friend. Love you and miss you: January 21, 1921---November 29th, 2010”. He lived for 89 years (almost 90). I miss you my sweet and brave Granddaddy.

Friday, December 3rd, 2010: “Funeral for our Granddaddy who served everyone and loved God and others with all his heart. Bailey and her Mom and Dad came! (Even though her mom had the flue she still came!) They are so sweet. Bailey…I don’t know if I could live without her friendship. She means so much to me and at school we are always together and when I can’t find her or she isn’t there I just don’t know what to do! (God, thank You for Bailey and her family. They are so wonderful!) They had soldiers at the graveside. They shot guns and saluted Granddad. The huge procession of cars at the funeral reminded me of how much a legacy Granddad left. He touched so many lives! Police escorted the long line of cars to the grave out of respect for Granddad. Dad sang “I must tell Jesus” and “Abide with Me” with his guitar (my eyes watered constantly, nose dripped too)…such a mixture of joy and sorrow…I was so torn…but it was truly beautiful. Uncle David talked about hunting and fishing experiences with Granddad and about how Granddad was truly filled with the fruits of the Spirit: (Love, Joy, Peace, Patience, Kindness…) He also summed up Granddad’s character in a story about how Uncle Jay and Granddad were caught in an unexpected storm while hunting and they couldn’t find shelter so Granddad told Uncle Jay to come here, and wrapped his arms around him sheltering him from the storm. When it was over Uncle Jay wasn’t even wet. Granddad really did protect us and always tried to keep us from harm (I’d walk to our church alone and he always said “I don’t want you to do that…it’s too dangerous. You shouldn’t go alone…too many boogers out there.” Uncle David also whistled and that reminded us of how Granddad always whistled. I loved his whistling. At the end of his speech, he said “I miss you Dad. Goodbye for a little while.” I sobbed. (Goodbye Granddad, it hurts me when I won’t see you every day, never see you alive again on this earth. But it is not a Good Bye forever…I’ll see you in a little while once God gathers me to Himself and takes me to my true home in Heaven. I know you are sooooo happy right now! I miss you though. You are truly Home! See you soon. I love you, my Granddaddy!




Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Memories of Granddad (Part I, from my journal)

June 3, 2007: “…I got a huge cookies ‘n cream cone. It tasted delicious. I’m sitting with Granddad right now and he just found out that I am left handed. I love my Granddad. He was in World War II and he survived many dangerous times. Today he was wearing his hat on backwards and he looked like a gangsta. “

Nov 22, 2007: “Happy Thanksgiving. That’s right, today is Thanksgiving and I’m having a wonderful time at my Granddad’s house. By the way, it is like 32 degrees F outside and yes I’m about to freeze to death. … Before we feasted on our delicious thanksgiving meal, Granddad said a little speech. He started out with his story about when he was in a tank and God spoke to him saying “Get off the tank” and the voice kept on getting louder. Granddad couldn’t ignore it so he jumped out of the tank and a few seconds later an airplane dropped a bomb on it and blew it up! He said a bunch more things too, but it would take too long to write. I love my Granddad so much!!!

Now 14 years old:

Nov 4, 2008: “On October 12 (Saturday) about 3 weeks ago we moved to Granddad’s house. Our room is upstairs, orange carpet, and a balcony.”

Now 15 years old:

Oct 7, 2009: “My Granddad is so cute!! He eats an apple for lunch and says “Now, I think that’s a pretty healthy non-fattening lunch”(He’s growing an enormous belly), and then a few minutes later he goes and eats a chocolate ice cream popsicle! I love him so much! But he has cancer in his bones. I hope he lives to 106 (he’s 88).”

Now 16 years old:

August 7, 2010: “We didn’t go to the beach. Granddad has cancer and is taking pain medication so he gets really confused, but at least he still walks on the street like 3 times a day. I love walking with him. He doesn’t understand what you say very well and while he is sweating outside he says he is freezing. He has a few things backwards, but he still loves his birds and the beauty of Nature and sits on his porch and thanks God for all of us. He is a sweetheart! I Love You Granddad!”

Nov. 8, 2010: “Dear God, Please comfort Granddad. He is dying like a hero…taking death in stride. But he needs your supernatural strength to continue to the finish line (Your Presence…Heaven). Give him peace and not anxiety. He needs you now more than ever. Get through his deteriorating brain and pour your fruits (Love, Joy, Peace, etc.) inside him. Thank you for my heroic Granddad who never gives up. Thank you for his encouraging nature: Always saying how thankful he is for what we do (“I have just the sweetest chillen and grandchillen”), Calling me “Missy Pretty.” I told him he has beautiful blue eyes and he said, “That’s me. Old blue eyes.” And he started singing, humming, whistling, and making up a rhymin every timin. He also fills the house with groovy harmonica music. I dance to the tune and I do wish one day to play the harmonica like him. Granddad brings joy into this house. He is teaching us the right way to die. Be thankful and positive in all of your blessings. Don’t mope around thinking about your death. Be thankful for every second God gives you in life. When we play the piano, in a sudden burst of bliss, Granddad dances the “hula hula”, gracefully moving his hips and his arms/fingers to the tune. So that’s where I got my music and dancing skills! He also said, “If you don’t use it, you lose it!” and he has shown this in his dedication to exercising his brain (crossword puzzles and playing Bridge) and walking even when his feet are oozing fluids and blood. He keeps on pushing forward. Perseverance. I want my Grandaddy’s perseverance.”

“Granddad also calls the TV “The Idiot Box”, and most of the time it is…just a time-waster, teaching us trash about this world and not the truth of God, our real Savior. When I am dying, I want to have what Granddad has…saying “Every day is a Blessing!” He does get agitated and anxious and even angry sometimes. But who doesn’t? No one is perfect, especially when they are heavily medicated, dying of cancer, and have Alzheimer’s.

“But when Granddad’s true spirit shows through (clearly from God and by God’s Grace) I am stunned speechless by Granddad’s beauty in Spirit and in Body. “

“No matter what happens, Granddad, you have shown us all more than enough how much You Love US. God, thank you for giving Granddad your Love which surpasses all understanding. Thank you for loving us and putting up with us, Granddad. I love you my wonderful Granddaddy.

( “I thank my God every time I remember you.” Phil 1:3 “I can’t wait to experience the Pure Joy you’re having in Heaven right now!”)

November 15th, 2010: “Granddad just had the most wonderful experience. A friend called to pray for him and Granddad was deeply impacted. After the call Granddad started praying to God out loud saying how Thankful he was that God was here and helping him. “I need your help Jesus…thank you for us being able to share our needs in prayer. Prayer...I need you God…what a wonderful thing you have done…help me…thank you…Gracious Lord how we thank you”. That was some of his wordy and sometimes hard-to-understand prayer but (father you know what we are thinking in our hearts before we even speak) I am sure You made sense of what Granddad was thinking and trying to put into words. Thank you for my Granddaddy. You have given him something very special (Yourself). You shine through Granddad and only Your supernatural strength could keep him so alive, loving, ready to help (he always offers to take us out to dinner so Mom doesn’t have to cook!), and so joyful in being alive despite his bodily sores, confusion (dementia) and pain of cancer.

November 21st, 2010: “Sunday night, Granddad was sitting in his chair (that’s where he sleeps) and he kept on calling out things, so I went and talked to him. I gave him a hug and he squeezed me tight and kissed me. He kept on saying “What do I need to do? Where do I sleep? I need to get up.” And I just said that it was night time and he could sleep in his chair where he always sleeps. But he said “I can’t sleep. I wish I could, but I can’t.” So I asked him if I could pray that God would help him to sleep. He said “Please do.” I prayed and then said “God loves you”, and Granddad answered “He loves you, too.” I said “I love you, Granddaddy” and gave him a huge hug and kiss. But Granddad said “What did you just call me?” I said “I am your granddaughter, Deborah, and you are my Granddaddy.” He exclaimed, “I wish you were. I wish you were my granddaughter. What relation are you to me?” I just gave him a huge smile and we both laughed, both knowing that was the only thing that we both could understand and agree on (love, laughter,and smiles, hugs and kisses).”

“My Granddad is so special to me. Granddad has shown me that with God we can be overcomers. I can’t imagine the discomfort he is in. His body is covered in sores, blisters popping and oozing (some as large as an adult hand) and he leaks fluid, blood and clear from his skin. The smell arising from the sores is like a wet decaying dog. Nevertheless, Granddad doesn’t sit depressed in his chair staring into the distance thinking of his decaying and cancerous body. He doesn’t quit and say that it’s hopeless to understand things. (He is also losing his mind, dementia, Alzheimer’s, heavy medication for pain). He says “I wish I could understand”, and smiles asking the same questions over and over again. (Lord please give us patience. It is not Granddad’s fault he doesn’t understand or remember. He tries his hardest. Please, God, however long Granddad must stay in this world and in his body of death, give him a peace and a comfort, ease his pain and confusion, and show him that you are in control. Let Granddad rest in You. Hide him, cover him in the shadow or you wing. Give him your strength. Prove to him Your love and carry him to Your home of perfectness where there is no more suffering. All in Your perfect timing. Thank You for giving us Granddaddy: Our Hero. You, my Saviour shall overcome all adversities.)

“ Lord, could You let Granddad live to enjoy this Last Holiday: ThanksGiving…Please :) ?. Come on Granddad! You can make it to ThanksGiving. It is only 4 days away. But if you want to go on ahead and leave this life of suffering and meet Your Saviour who will give you true Life without any pain, or sorrow and go and see Annette (Grandma) your true Love, I understand. I’m actually a little jealous b/c you are so close to meeting God. I wish He would carry me to His marvelous home too. Oh to be in God’s Presence and see Him face to face. I certainly would doubt no more!”

Friday, January 28, 2011

Something From Nothing

 Once upon a time..there were two girls who never posted on their blog. One night, they came together and decided that this behavior should end. We apologize, world. Please forgive us.
 Now, Deborah would like to say a few words. Oh, nevermind, she has just fainted.
While she is recovering, I (Bailey) am going to gush about Maximus, my new puppy. He's a German Shepherd, and when he's not chewing on our fingers, he's getting into some other sort of trouble. Tonight, while we were enjoying a delicious meal of chili stackups, a most unpleasant stench filled our nostrils. The sudden smell of sewage and dead fish brought tears to our eyes. Gagging, we turned our heads toward the source, and there, wagging happily and prancing toward us, was Maximus. We didn't know what he had gotten into, and we don't particularly want to know. Poor Maximus was then tossed into the bathtub and scrubbed viciously. After many yelps heard over the roaring of the blow drier, Maximus is now fluffy and smells like fresh green apples.
 Now Deborah has mustered up some courage and will type something.
 The fear on my mind is unbearable, but I must force my trembling fingers to touch the key board. First things first, I will say, "Hello." There, that wasn't so hard. I think I'm getting the hang of this. Tonight Bailey and I are hanging out at her house, but we have had the most troublesome time deciding what to do. We sit around talking and asking each other over and over, "What should we do?" This question is so hard to answer! We flipped through a stack of Bailey's movies saying, "Oh yes, that's a good movie. . . yea I like that one," but we could never choose which one we wanted to watch. Finally we found out what we should do. We gathered around Bailey's computer - munching fruity gummies - and wrote on our blog together.

Now that our job is complete, we bid you farewell and good night.

Sunday, December 12, 2010

A Day Away From the Bakery

     My feet tapped against the stone pavement in a slow unhurried rhythm. The sky was a brilliant blue, there was not a single angry cloud for miles, and I was content to stroll around the city doing pleasant things like eating sugar buns. It was unusual for me to have a day off from the bakery, so I intended to enjoy it.
     Up ahead was the city pond, a shimmering piece of glass reflecting the clear sky. The pavement surrounding it was where most of the city’s entertainment took place. Although there was a dearth of quality entertainment, occasionally there were some good shows. On an ordinary day, there would be kiosks selling random junk, musicians trying to earn a few coins, and magicians displaying their knack for fooling people with tricks of the hand.
     The latter fascinated me the most. My eyes roved over the bobbing heads of the people in search of a top hat, wand, or black cloak. I quickly spotted one, a tall man with sparks shooting from his hands and a small crowd surrounding him. I dashed to where he was performing and watched with wide eyes.
     He reached into a small black briefcase lying on the ground, and pulled out a short sleek rod. Confused, I wondered what he planned to attempt. He began twirling the rod in a circular motion. He twirled it faster and faster until the wind emanating from it caused the black cloak draped around his shoulders to flutter spastically. Eventually, the twirling slowed, and I noticed that the rod looked much flimsier than before. When he stopped its spinning, what used to be a stiff rod now hung quite limp in his hands, draped over each side of them like a rag doll. Puzzled, I pushed myself through the mass of people, hoping for a closer look. Gasps were beginning to sound throughout the crowd, but the true identity of the black object was still shrouded from my view. Finally, after much pushing and shoving, I saw what had happened. What laid before me was not a rod at all, but rather a hissing snake with an evil glint in its green eyes. I would have thought it was fake, a hoax, but the eyes convinced me otherwise. After I saw them, nothing could have persuaded me that the snake was fake. They glinted with green mischievousness as the snake slithered up the magician’s arm. I had never seen a trick like this before, and judging by the looks on the crowd’s faces, I assumed they had never seen anything like it either.
     The trick’s ingenuity fascinated me. How did he do it? It was surely a real, stiff rod before, and now it was a snake full of life! I decided I had to know what kind of trickery it was. I knew magicians never told anyone their secrets, but maybe I could offer him something he couldn’t refuse. A year’s supply of bread, perhaps?
     His show ended abruptly after the snake display, and he was quickly strutting away from the pond, toward the shops and houses, leaving behind his briefcase. Impetuously, I glanced at him, grabbed his briefcase, and raced after him. Now I had a bargaining chip for the secret of the snake. I had his suitcase, and if he wanted it back, he could give me the secret. I chased after him, but he was moving quickly, his black cloak fluttering behind him.
     “Sir!” I called after him. He didn’t even glance back.
     Frustrated, I continued to chase him, shouting for him every now and then, to no avail. Even though he was walking and I was running, I could never catch up with him; I barely even gained any ground.
     He rounded a corner and headed straight for a tall house. I didn’t give it much thought as I still concentrated on catching him. Without pausing, he strode up a couple of stairs and waltzed straight into the house, shutting the door behind him.
     Bounding up the same stairs, I pounded on the door. No one answered.
     “SIR, YOU LEFT YOUR BRIEFCASE!” I screamed at his door. Still, no one answered.
     I knew it was extremely rude, and technically illegal, to walk into another person’s house without knocking, but I was so doggedly intent on catching him and so frustrated that he ignored my shouting, that I was not going to allow manners to interfere with my implacable determination to catch him. And I was sure he wouldn’t mind my intrusion since I was bringing his briefcase to him.
     Without any further thought, I gripped the door handle and swung it open. I wasn’t sure what I expected to find in a street magician’s house, but it surely wasn’t this. The door opened into a long hallway, each side lined with doors, with nothing at the end of the hall except a mirror hanging on the wall.
     Confused and not sure where to go, I nearly turned back, but then I saw the end of his dark cloak disappearing through a door far down the hall. I sprinted after it and arrived just after the door closed, shutting me off from the cloak and its master.
     Completely expecting to find the magician on the other side of the door, I turned the handle and opened it. With a wide smile on my face, I stepped into the room. My smile died immediately. The room before me was brightly lit, but poorly furnished and decorated. The walls and ceiling were white, the carpet was white, the lone piece of furniture, a lamp, was white as well. The most disappointing thing about the room, though, was that it held no magician.
     I glanced around the room for another door he could have gone through, but I found none. Puzzled, I thought that maybe I had seen his cloak go through a different door, and had accidentally chosen this one.
     Still a bit confused, I stepped back out into the hallway to try the door to the left of the one I had entered. Seeing it, I immediately knew it was the right one, and I had made a mistake before. The door was cracked, showing a fraction of darkness beyond it. I pushed the door open, finding the room utterly black. Reaching out, I slid my hand along the wall searching for a light switch. My hand felt something, flicked it up, but the room was not illuminated. Instead, little twinkling lights appeared on the ceiling, looking exactly like stars. Fascinated, I stepped further into the room and felt a cool breeze drift across my skin, leaving it tingling.
     Strange, I thought. Maybe a window was open.
     A little frightened, I dropped the suitcase and decided to leave at once. When I turned around, though, there was no door. No, there wasn’t even a wall. The walls had disappeared, leaving me outside in a dark field of long swaying reeds. Close by was a brook, and above were the stars, only now I knew they were quite real.
     Terror struck. Everything related to reality had just been proved wrong in my mind. Was the world completely bereft of rules? Were there no real laws of science and nature?
     Wide-eyed and shivering, my head whipped back and forth, searching for a way out of this cursed field. But all I saw were endless swaying grasses and a mist building up in the air, making me feel claustrophobic. The din of the whispering wind and the cackling stream was pounding on my ears.
     “No, no, no, this is not happening,” I whispered to myself. “You’re dreaming.”
     I began to wring my hands together. Then sinking down to huddle on the ground, I brought them up to pull at my hair, hoping and praying that somehow I would get out of this abominable field.
     “I should never have come!” I told myself. Suddenly full of new energy, I jumped up and screamed, “I‘M SORRY, OKAY?! I‘M SORRY FOR INVADING YOUR HOUSE! I WON’T COME BACK, JUST LET ME OUT OF HERE!”
     Knowing that I would never escape this field, the pallor of death soon to be on my face, I dropped down on the ground again. Hot tears flooded down my cheeks, and just as despair began to overtake me, the lights came back on.
     Shocked, I glanced up and saw not a starry sky, but a ceiling. A beautiful, ivory ceiling.
     “I really must apologize, Sweetheart. I tell you, I have the most dreadful hearing. It wasn’t until you started screaming that I even knew someone was in my house.”
     I shot up off the floor and stared straight into the dark eyes of the magician, an apologetic smile on his face.
     When I didn’t say anything, his eyebrows crinkled together and he said, “I really am sorry.”
     Up close and without his dark cloak around his shoulders, he didn’t look as mysterious and magical as I had thought. He looked like a man in his mid-forties, with an honest face that suggested he was telling the complete truth, despite how it seemed.
     Realizing that he was waiting for a response, I said, “But how . . . The stars . . . I was inside, and then . . .” my voice faded into a gasp, as everything I had just experienced began flooding into my brain.
     He was leaning against a bookshelf, in fact, I realized we were in a library. He stepped away from the books and walked over to where I was standing.
     “Listen,” he said. “I know you don’t understand everything that’s going on, but take my advice: forget it.” He smiled a small smile. “It’s for the best.”
     I stared at him, not knowing what to do or think. I decided I would acquiesce. I would forget everything that had just happened and go along with my normal life.
     My thoughts must have shown on my face, because his expression turned from worry to relief.
     “How about this,” he grinned, “You want to know how to do the snake trick, correct?” he asked me, staring straight at my face.
     I nodded, wondering if he would actually tell me.
     “Alright then, if that’s what you want, I’ll tell you. But you must look here into my eyes, or you won’t believe me.”
     Puzzled, but not about to miss out on my opportunity, I stared straight into his dark eyes.
     He opened them wide, and in them, I saw the mischievous eyes of the snake. Without speaking, they said one word: “Magic.”